The Year 1997
WHEN I WAS IN REHAB I ESTABLISHED A BOND BETWEEN SEVERAL YOUNG MEN WHO SEEM TO TAKE TOO ME LIKE A MOM. I DIDN’T FEEL THE CLINIC DID THE RIGHT THING REGARDING A COUPLE OF MY FRIENDS. BOTH HAVE DIED. THE FOLLOWING WAS A POEM I WROTE ELLIOTT. WE HAD FORMED A SPECIAL BOND. WE BOTH HAD BIPOLAR AND ALCOHOLIC.
My heart has been with you from the very begging
We both met at a time confusion and pain
We were bound by friendship we shared
Through tears of sorrow and compassion – we leaned on each other
The clinic tried to pull us apart
Our friendship was too strong
We shared more in a moment then most have shared in a day
Elliott, I know God is holding your hand – please don’t let go
Talk to him – he does listen
It may not happen over night, but he is by your side just as I am, and I always will be.
THE CLINIC LET ELLIOTT OUT – HE COMMITTED SUICIDE
