Yesterday you told me
Why you were dying.
I didn’t believe you would
But you left me so alone.
All the pain built up
With no one to talk to.
Bottled up inside, you said
No one could cure it.
The silent disease of solitude.
You couldn’t break free.
Chains held you down.
Now I lay crying for you,
But you have gone away.
No longer do you hurt,
All the pain is gone,
Except my pain for you.
I loved you more than life,
Yet you left me here alone.
Tonight I shall join you,
And leave the pain behind.
Written June 23, 1999
Cathy Marie Bown 