Poem of my soul mate

Jeff.
Who took his own life June 5, 1997.

He has left. There is a space which will not be filled.
Will not be filled. "Thank you for being my friend".
He wrote. "I shall be dead". Being angry doesn't help.
Nor being sad.
Sad.
Sad. How poor this word.
I think of him. In the evening. Sometimes in the morning.
He left no explanation. "My heart and mind are failing".
He was kind. How cruel to leave us so.
His friends. His kin. Searching to know.
Why he felt he had to go.
Jeff. A young man.
My friend.
Why?


Thackery's return poem

Alec.
I understand your feeling.
Deep in mind.
Do you remember,
How pure and curious you were in your childhood?
Everybody so.
As we are growing,
We meet a lot of things,
Good or bad.
Pressure from our society,
Such as a family, friends, school, nation and a lot more.
How was your friend?
Nobody knows.
Before deciding his life,
He should have thought enough.
We should think so.
Why? It's definitely his invaluable and irreplaceable life.
What we could do is,
Collect his memories,
And compose something special for him.
Alec.
Let's wish his happiness in the heaven,
Together.
Your life companion,
Thackery

PS: While writing this page I really wished our communication would be good for him.
From the bottom of my soul.

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