It's Hard

It's Hard

It's hard.
You left to a place where I won't
be until the later years of my life.

And we never said goodbye,
but we never knew it would end like this.

I never knew I'd cry so hard
and so long.
But I did.

And now that you've left, it
makes me think....
Should I say how I feel about
everything to everyone?

Should I talk about hatred, envy, jealousy, love...
true love before it's too late?
But for now it doesn't matter;
you'll never be back and it's hard.




In memory of Samantha Ferris
written by: Elizabeth E. Lake

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