KURT
Cathy Roberts
10/6/95
I sit and watch while clouds float by
Fast moving puffs of white illuminated in the dark sky.
On the radio the Chi-Lites ask "Have you seen her?"
Sadly reminding me of a friend long gone yet still so dear.
One who died by his own hands not so long ago.
I think of him often, mostly at night when the stars put on a show.
I remember a night, many years gone by
we had both been drinking and we lay back on the wet grass
to watch the starry lights blinking.
The promise of a young life never to be realized.
Promises he made to me, promises turned to lies.
There was no lie more painful, no lie so bold
As when I stood by his body limp, lifeless and cold.
As cold as the moon up in the dark sky
Playing hide and seek with clouds going by.
In a few nights the Earth will turn and the sky will be all black.
As is that corner of my heart that knows Kurt will not come back
And despite how much I still love him, I will forever hate him for leaving me.