My Best Friend Died 

And I am reeling - 

She was the soft of word, whereas I was brash, - 

I had still so much to learn from her. 

She would listen to my Vents - 

As she had been through the very same - 

Before me. 

Like for example - 

She went through a crackhead male living within her home - 

Then exactly one year later I unwittingly let a crackhead male into my home/life/world - 

Giving him my heart 

and sharing everything with him 

He stole from her 

And she tried to tell me 

And I defended

him 

To my eternal regret. 

We were the best of friends, 

sharing words, giggles and laughter at all hours of the day and night - 

It was a given that each of us could call the other 

Just to say 

hello. 

It was much too soon to say goodbye. 

She layed her head down upon her computer desk, her facebook page the last thing she were to see and her beloved cat on her lap. 

What I learned from Helen - 

Reach out and be a friend, 

choose "better" friends 

A softer word is always better 

and laughter, daring to share 

words and truth. 

-charleneann