My Light

 

Are you listening, dear?

You were my one true friend

You were my one light

Yet now I sit here, with new faces

I can still smile, still laugh, feel joy.

It's just not the same without my light.

No one could replace you. 

Not friends, nor family, no one.

Your voice, it haunts me

Your bullies still taunt me

But I'll defend you always, dear

Though the buzz of a phone never comes.

Maybe you forgot, or maybe it hurts.

I understand the pain, I feel it too.

But is the pain not worth it?

Come home, dear.

I'm where I've always been.

Come home and see me

I'm waiting for your voice, your smile.

But my friend, is it too late to find you?

 

Adalia Kruk

VT

15 years old

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