this piece is about seeing my dead friend wun last time


I met an old friend today
He was just as I remembered him from my youth
We remeniced on times past
Of how we first met when my best friend went away
I had just turned thirteen
When Darius was found in his back yard swinging
Toes barely inches above
The ground we played tag on every spring

My old friend appeared heavy hearted
I asked him what was weighing down upon him so
The reply came that he missed me
And the games we would play each time we met
I inquired of the others
For I know I am not alone in this misery called life
He cracked a sinister grin
The one I grew oh so fond of and said "No, it's not time"

I agreed as we sat alone
And shared a comfortable silence as only TRUE friends can do
Then bid each other farewell
As I watched him ride his ebony steed into the distant darkness