Life Lesson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

February 18, 2013
Some say that two years is more than enough time
To mourn the death of a friend, and
to an extent
They are correct.

I have found, for the most part, closure to
The unexpected death of my elderly neighbor
Knowing that she is smiling lovingly
down from

But every now and again, a selfish twinge
of hurt
And aching longing to hear her voice
Overcomes my countenance, and covering my pain
Is a smile as thin and fragile as glass.

The remembrance of her and the memories we shared
Leave a bittersweet taste in my mouth
and knots
In my stomach.
Regret and shame burrow deep in my core
at the realization
Of how much more I could have done for her
And how I failed at being a good friend.

All the visits I put off, thinking I would talk to her tomorrow
Or the day after that are now lost opportunities
That are gone forever because I missed
my chance.
If only I had gone over and chatted
more often,
To hear her perspective on the past she
Was a part of, and her knowledge of
the world
And the wisdom she would willingly offer.

Although I miss her terribly at times,
Her smile is in the sun
Her presence is in the wind
Her voice is among the birds
And her never-ending love in the beauty
All around me.

One day we will meet again, and on that happy hour
I hope with all my heart that she won't be
In who I used to be and who I grew
to become.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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