This poem remains untitled.. and probably always will. It marks the beginning of a change in my writing. It took me a year to work this out of my mind and heart. A bit melodramatic at the end, perhaps.. I was probably trying to just get it finished at that point. It's still important to me, though. It all sums up one thing.. I miss my friend.

I wonder what went wrong.
You must be happy;
Living your life.
Still, it hurts.
You left me with no goodbye.
I question every day
My actions, my thoughts,
But can find no wrongs.
They say answers lead to questions,
Yet I have to think that
That would be better than the
Speculations plaguing me.
I still miss you,
But I live.
I don’t need your friendship,
But it was a treasure.
It was my strength
When I had none of my own;
My light.
And now it’s gone.
Replaced by new-found resources
Though I still feel somehow....
empty

Melanie Taylor
August 7, 1999

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