how am I living in a world . . .
where you no longer breathe? . . .
your friendship was genuine . . .
from the first day we met. . .
you were a mentor. . .
a sister, a confidante . . .
Emily Dickinson . . .
you stolen from the library . . .
your name scribbled in the cover. . .
cherished many years by me. . .
lips like Angeline Jolie. . .
eyes light brown. . .
long beautiful hair to match. . .
until crack claimed your life. . .
you sold your body. . .
smoked while carrying your babies. . .
you loved your husband . . .
and he loved you. . .
when your brother died. . .
I felt your anger and pain. . .
and again when your other brother. . .
took your kids. . .
your heart was always pure. . .
we didn’t see each other often
but when we did. . .
you put your hands on my cheeks. . .
kiss me on the lips . . .
look deep in my eyes. . .
tell me how beautiful I was. . .
then quickly remind me you weren’t a faggot. . .
now there won’t be any more random run ins. . .
I won’t see your beautiful smile. . .
or hear your unconditional love. . .
how do I live in a world. . .
where you no longer breathe?. . .
your friendship will live. . .
forever in my soul. . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
This poem was written last year while remembering a friend. I use to run in to her every so often and thought how I hadn’t seen her in a while then remember I visited her body in the casket. It’s true cherish, love, and talk with the ones you love today because tomorrow really isn’t promised.