Olivia Jean.

Don't be so soon to go, darling.

I received a call today from your mother, 
and with a shaky voice she told me
that you had passed away. 
She had agony in her
voice, and as did I
because I realized 
that I never even got to
hold you in my arms and tell
you that I loved you. I never even
got to say goodbye to you. Forgive me. 
So I’ll stay awake with images of your shaking 
hands that were never in mine, and I’ll look into your
sunken eyes and tell you that I had never loved anyone
more than I will ever love you. My love, unlike your life, will last forever.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Lovely poem. It was a bit tough to read because I have walked in on suicides and been present for a few murders in front of me where my friends were either shot to death or even in a coma from a tragic accident. This poem of yours with the mom's phone call reminds me of one night where my friend called me at home to ask me if she could get a ride to a friend's house that lived about a half hour away. The kid's house she was going over to, with me as the usual plan for that night was to do so, was upset and depressed for some time, and I was working a bit late and couldn't yet get the ride I needed. She got there hours before I did, and when I got out of work to get home, my mom got a phone call, saying that something bad has happened and to call someone. I talked to a friend of mine at the time and they said that they were going to the hospital. I wasn't sure what happened just yet. I found out that he had taken his car out "the kid we were going to visit" and he drove to some place and drove right off the cliff with no skid marks on the road at all!! He took, I think, 3 kids with him. The girl and the driver were the ones I knew, personally. I would have died that night if not for staying late to help out at work. It was tough like many other moments to get such a phone call from the mother or meet them after something like that had happened. I have had about 69+ friends die from the craziest of circumstances and some very horrific ones. Your poem is heart-breaking and it should be viewed and enjoyed by the many that will hopefully come across it in the future!! That tapering, once again, feels like this short breath in the beginning, and then a much deeper one to allow for what seems like you trying to come to terms with the tragic event that has unfolded!! Beautiful, Lauren... xoxo -Mark