I knew you in the dark
Where the depths
Blind us from one another
I knew that gaping hole
That swallows more and more of you
With each passing day
I knew the wandering in the desert
When the sun blanches our eyes
And it’s too cold at night
Even though I knew you
I never found you
– Rachel R. Vasquez, 2/12/2015
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Was thinking of a cousin of mine who would have been the same age as me, but she passed away years ago. We were a lot alike, but living states away, we never realized it. Long story short, she suffered from depression, hung out with the wrong crowd, and passed away getting drunk one night with friends before their car pitched into a lake or river. She gave up one day, and God took her.
Sometimes I wonder how I was never able to find someone in the same darkness I was fumbling around in at the time. I wonder sometimes, what if we would’ve found each other somehow? Would she still be here today?
The penguin on a recent episode of Gotham had an odd moment of wisdom. He said, “Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light”. Could I have been her friend in the darkness? I will never know now…