See you Monday

Memories are past tense 

I will not accept that

Even today

I mattered as a person

I impacted your life

Yes, you impacted me

But does it really matter?

"See you Monday"

Your last words to me

For Sunday you took your life

And the days

Hold significance,

Details which

I remember

Impermanent, like most;

I am foolish to think

Everything happens for a reason

You chose to leave

It is a lie that

I saw the signs,

I wish I could say

You never left me.

(Now read backwards)

This poem is about: 
My community


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