Letter to a Suicide

Dearest (name omitted for privacy),

I really wish that I could talk with you today. I mean, I suppose I can always talk to you, but I fear I will never again hear your voice in response.

I am sure that you could share many secrets unknown to us still-living. But that's not why I wish you were here now. I have simply missed conversing with you. Your youth betrayed your worldliness.

I don't think that you knew how much I enjoyed your company while you were here. I now wish that I had told you while I had a chance. But I always assumed that we'd have so much more time.

I'm not angry at you, and I never was. Broken-hearted, yes, but angry, no. Hell, if I had been you, I might've done it too. And I still might.

I'm sorry, but I'm a little too emotional to write more now. I'll try to compose myself and write more later. But I was just wanting to send you a message tonight, and praying is still kinda foreign to me, so I thought I'd try this.


I do hope that you are finally at rest. Please visit me in my dreams again; it's been too long.