Hard To Say Goodbye

• Sarah Geitz, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

My lonely cold room became my cell,
The clothes on my back became my shell,
And memories of your suffering became my shell,
As did the silence at night when all fell.
This is my pain and my shame,
Because I didn’t hold your hand when you were lying there,
In your coffin with our photo in your hand
And I didn't keep a piece of your short black hair.
It's always the same, and I always blame
Myself for this regret
Because I don't know, it was so hard to kiss you goodbye.