A poem I wrote the day after she took her life and the day before I was hospitalized for trying to take mine

She started in the darkness and she ended in the night

The fallen angel finally can take her final flight

The world has lost a beauty, as she was one of a kind

And even in a thousand years, another you won’t find

With future all but over, I start clinging to her past

In a world full of contradictions, she is free at last

And yet it’s not as black and white when filled with shades of grey

As she’s so missed that even the nonreligious will pray

Many times her single tears had shed from dusk until dawn

But now it is the whole world that keeps weeping as they mourn

I never would have realised forever hurts so much

Until I learnt that there will never be a final touch

It is not fair for me to smile with knowledge that she cried

And it isn’t fair for me to live knowing that she died

For I know her time on this earth was tragically stolen

But I will never forget the beauty of the fallen