If you're wondering where I've been, I've posted the fruits of my graduate school labor below. It's proof that I have not been slacking but perfecting my poetry skills. This sonnet is a work in progress and recounts my feelings about a friend I had in junior high school. Your feedback is appreciated.
Wearing only black against your wan light;
And shoulders doused in curls and draped with doubt;
Blue, wide-set eyes broadened your line of sight;
Your bare lips forever make a kissing pout.
You Cured me; Im a believer devout.
My eighth grade photo is you, with a smile.
I cannot hear Just Like Heaven without
Asking what would be if Id stayed awhile.
Years have passed since I shed that mournful style,
And I need to know that your star still shines.
I look you up and find that county file
You took yourself; on your wrists, three red lines.
If I had stopped you, youd still be alive;
You died August 1, 1995.
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