Kim

Kim's gone. During the day I feel like I've found a certain peace with this. But at night it creeps up on me. My guts are in mourning- like each organ twists into an irreversible knot. My head is spinning. I hear her voice, I hear her laugh, I imagine her throwing her arms open for a hug, I see the tracks of her wheelchair on the carpet, or the slam of her hand on the table during a cardgame. The tragedy sets in again. How can such a horrible thing happen. My friend is gone.

I trace through text messages, old letters, and pictures. And I am so grateful that I have these from my friend, but I'm sad because I didn't give enough of them to her. I wasn't good enough a friend to her. She deserved better.