This week I am going to post three poems. They are all poems I wrote about dealing with the death of one of my best friends. She was killed in a car accident a month after we graduated college together. If there was one moment I could point to and say, "That moment changed my life forever," it is the moment I got that phone call. Despite the seven years since then, I still have tears in my eyes as I am typing this. Many of my poems have a religious bent because I am a spiritual and religious person. These - more than any of the other poems I have shared this month - show that.

That Day

God, there was that day
That day she held me while I cried,
That day she talked until I could laugh again,
That day we just sat and it was enough.
And on that day, I thanked you for her.
But then, on that day, I also thought to myself,
“She is more real to me than You.”
And, on that day I shocked myself with my thought.
But then we cried and laughed and sat some more, 
And I forgot my thought.

But then, God, there was that day,
That day you took her from me,
That day her body was not stronger than a car,
That day you ripped a piece of my soul out.
And God, on that day, I thought to myself,
“Did you take her from me to prove I needed You more than I needed her?”
And again, I shocked myself with my thought.
But she was not there to cry and to laugh and to sit, 
so I did not forget my thought.

Time and tears and pain passed, and life went on.

And then, God, there was that day,
That day I went outside and smiled at the sun,
That day I realized my life is now and started what I was meant to do,
That day love began to heal the pain.
And, God, on that day, I thought to myself,
“You did not take her from me. She is here, with me, always in my heart.”
And again, I shocked myself with my thought.
And I cried and laughed and sat with her once more, on that day.