i am glad you are gone my friend.
existing in another form. away from me
me who just took and took and took and then took a bit more
i stare at your painting daily - it is a gift that haunts me as it
leans at the highest realms of my kitchen.
i do not believe i ever thanked you properly
appreciated you properly, enjoyed your company properly
it was always this and that - and him and her
always him and her but we laughed and i am
glad we had that over each baked potato and salad
noodles, and eggs, years crashed into moments
i still expect your text
i still want to text you - about what you ask well him and her
of course what else. what bloody else is there
i am glad you went before me - i miss you
but i am stronger and will wait it out - perhaps
you will have two or three lives by the time
we meet again. and i pray, yes pray that next time we can just
laugh my dear friend