Smiley-Giraffe

My dearest friend, where have you gone? At this time it all feels so wrong. I'm sorry if you thought I didn't care, Especially when you really needed me there. I don't believe that they could tease you so. How did they get you down so low? But you never told a soul about your strife. In the end it was enough to take your life. It makes me angry, it makes me sad, That no one could notice something so bad. The thought of it all makes my stomach churn. But we all know you won't be making a return. I get that the stress made you crack, But nothing I can do can ever bring you back.

I sit in the dry river bed, where the water used to flow. It was the blood of this body of land, without it, everything must die. I take the rope hanging from the branch above. A few summers ago, we would swing off it into the refreshing cool. I sit in the dry river bed, where the animals used to come. There is nowhere here for them to quench their thirst, so they have left. The trees have used up all they had, and they also are going. I feel that I too am dying inside, without the life-blood here. I sit in the dry river bed, where most of my memories come from. Camping and fishing and picnics galore were had. I quietly begin to w