This was a poem I wrote about a week after my very best friend in the whole world was killed in a freak accident at age 35.  No critique is necessary.  I'm just putting it out there, in case someone else is going through the same kind of loss I've had to experience.  It's been 4 years, and there's not a day that goes by that I don't think of her and miss her.

Giant, gaping hole in my soul-

tears well up and the familiar

 lump

 is in my throat.

eyes sore from daily sobs.

Missing her so much.

Wishing she was back.

Secretly wishing I could cry myself

 to be with her.

Away-

 so my soul's injury could be

mended.