She was here
Time stamp six days gone by
And she’s gone….
I listen to the music that touches my soul
And her voice is heard here,
Bringing me a senseless joy for connection,
And I don’t know why
But reasons and purposes
And she’s here still
Smiling that wicked smile I see on her page….
That I at heart wished I too could possess
And really, I could easily say
It doesn’t matter but for so many it does,
She has a name
She had a life
And she’s gone…..
He asks me why I’m so vibrant tonight,
Listening to the lifeblood,
Music that touches me
But I know that it is what makes me feel alive
When others are gone.
And I grasp onto those pieces,
The rhythm, the words,
The beat that makes me feel alive
For she was too young
And I’m still here
Not that there’s a trade off
But I think of her
The girl I never knew,
Six days a friend and she’s still here in my mind,
Living her life that some might not understand,
And everybody loves,
And everybody cries for what would have been
And I’m just plain old sad
Trying to gain control of these feelings,
Wondering if we would have laughed together
Instead of being left tonight with what could have been and songs
That inspire sadness and tears,
Because when nut come to bolts
We all have our lives to live
To, crap, at a loss for the right words,
To live while the living is there
Because we never truly know
At the close of a perhaps perfect moment,
It’s all gone,
Over in a flash,
She was my friend for six days
A girl woman I will never truly know,
But blessed that she saw something that made her reach out to say, hey…
Want to be friends?
I want to know her more,
And it’s too late now,
But perhaps she cycled in when needed as a reminder,
That we’re all connected in more ways than we will ever know,
And I embrace the friend I wish a had known.
I’m having a good day, when I should be having a quite bad one, a girl who friended me on FB died two days ago and I feel bad for never having had the chance to get to know and appreciate the girl and woman she was. Wife, mother, and happy soul in general from what I could see….the world was a much brighter place without her smile….listening to across the universe and wondering why things happen, people coming and going out of our lives….no rhyme or reason….”the wind just pushed me this way” as Robbie says so nicely…somewhere down the crazy River…..feeling like crying and embracing it…yeah, feels right…..peace Brooke Smith, peace….I will share a laugh someday on the other side….peace, baby, peace….