I don't know if it makes a difference to know that a piece of your sadness is being carried around all the way over here on the West Coast, but I've been bearing your pain all day. A marvelous light burnt out tonight. Nothing can replace it or make it better.
I had a vision of her shooting up into the sky like a rocket. Blindingly bright. She burned faster and brighter all night and when she finally burned out her ashes dispersed peppering the sky with stars.
This is all nonsense. Nothing I say can give you back what you lost. But I want you to know that my heart really hurts for you. And you should be comforted knowing that her wonderful light isn't extinguished, it burns in you. You're a piece of her. It might sound like a cliche, but it's the truth. It's immortality.
Fuck all the outside noise: you're my friend for the rest of my life. Your pain is my pain, your loss is my loss. You're not hurting alone. My heart breaks for you. I'm sorry friend.
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