Coffee and Lost Apologies

This was a poem I had written after my friend committed suicide. No one knew he was autistic. They all just treated him unfairly and ridiculed him; which i fear caused his demise.

So here I am, looking down at my chipped mug

my tongue still stinging from taking a sip of coffee thats too hot.

I came to a realization of some sorts.

I thought of you at that very moment. 

How you used to be treated. Viewed. Judged.

How I had treated you.

No one really understood the way you had thinked, you know. 

If people took the time to really listen to you,

try and unravel the web of your thoughts and dreams,

would things be different now?

If I had taken the time, the time I’m taking now,

to think of you

about you

miss you

and all of the lost apologies that your peers are giving you now,

as they float and dissipate into the cold, winter air…

would you still be alive?

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

this is so touching and powerful in its awkward, lilting, stumbling apology for not being able to save your friend. you've tapped into something powerful here.

[cfix]

I really like this write, sorry for the loss.
This is so emotional, well expressed.

[Crayon]

Beautiful, heart wrenching and really really well written. I'm sorry for your loss, that i possibley the hardest way to lose someone. Howeverm you;ve done a really great job with this poem. I can't wait to read more of your work in the future!