—Judy Sandretto
I lived my life in a tiny box
with walls no one could see.
When I finally found a way out
you helped me
with my new life
and I loved you for that.
Even though we rarely saw each other
and spoke to each other less and less
I knew you were there if I needed you.
I live my life in a pretty little house
surrounded by trees
but now you are gone
and I don’t feel safe anymore.
Filed under: Poet: Judy Sandretto, Poetry Tagged: death, friends
