Ryan's Poem

“SCIULLO”

My heart is empty, but my eyes contain no tears.

I saw you today for the last time, but I didn’t look into your eyes.

So peaceful, so beautiful, yet so so so very sad.

Dear God where are you with your master plan?

And where are the tears that I so desperately want to find?

You cried today with the rain pinging and pattering down from the sky.

Where are my tears? Please tell me, dear lord, why can’t I cry?

You looked so innocent and pure, but I knew you better than that.

You knew how to have fun and live life as it should be.

Your heart and your soul were sweeter than the sun melting into the summer sky.

And now only a memory of joy and of beauty is how you’ll survive.

Tell me, dear lord, why can’t I cry?

Where is the justice that you wanted to pursue?

With all of the love and joy that you placed into people’s hearts,

You changed the world. Oh dear sweet Melissa, you changed us all.

And yet with your passing I turn selfish inside.

My thoughts aren’t about your missed future or the tragedy of your death,

They are about the emptiness that I’ll never be able to fill.

Please God, help me to cry.

There is no sense that can be made from the senseless.

In your eternal peace I find nothing but despair.

You held a special place in your heart for me: I was your friend.

You saw something in me, and I’ll never understand why.

All I can do is thank you for giving me your time.

The world has changed for me but not for the good.

I have suffered so many pains, at least that’s what I used to think.

In your death my eyes have opened, yet I don’t like what I see.

Will I ever be able to close them in ignorance again?

They are so dry, my eyes are.

Where are my tears to help release this sorrow that I hold inside?

Perhaps I fear that once I cry that I’ll forget.

I don’t ever want to forget you Melissa.

The happiness you brought the world will always remain.

You live inside all of us now.

Your beauty, both inner and outer, will never be forgotten.

This poem is for you in hope that you will never die.

All I ask is one last favor:

Please Melissa, help me to cry.

This is a poem that I have dedicated to the loving memory

of 17-year-old Melissa Sciullo

who died in a tragic car accident in February 2002.

She always believed in my writing so this is my way of thanking her

and attempting to ensure that her memory will never be forgotten.

Ryan

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