*As I open the door, I feel a cool winter breeze; teasing me as it permeates across my skin and into my apartment. I close the door. The city streets are flooded with the same old noises made up of sirens, cars, and people yelling. The scratching of friction being made against a flint suddenly breaks the ordinary chain of sounds. Smoke begins to rise, and memmories begin to take form.*

How many of you have lost a best friend in life? Good, i'm glad for you. Now, how many have lost best friends? I want you to close your eyes and experience all those good times again like a memmory, like a memmory...

*hits blunt*
*sigh*

Reminiscing
Ayo,
Do you remember that time when we broke in the ‘lot
On the golf course, at night, smoking some pot?
Yea we partied hard; drinking up and joking a lot
That was crazy man, damn! When we almost got caught...
Fucking pussies, y’all ran when the cops were near
If it weren’t for Matt and I, we would have lost the beer
Carrying the case, on we went with the upper hand
But when you tried to hop the fence, you cut your hand
And that was funny man; I know you were shook and mad
But admit it, that shit is hilarious when you’re looking back
I know we had that fight and have some issues but I miss you
The first time a parent caught me smoking up was with you
Tony trying to lecture us in the garage, bout getting buzzed
Remember that shit felt like forever? He wasn’t letting up
We were so high we couldn't remember his points made
Hit the park like “Thank god he didn’t find THIS joint, eh?”
Pulled it out my sock, wanted to get higher
But we left my house so fast we’d forgotten a lighter
So we biked all the way to a store to buy matches
& while waiting in line, again we saw my step dad, shit!
Man those were wild times; I regret our fight
One to many beers I guess; I regret that night
So with this pen i'll write of a lesson that i've come to know
No matter who they are, friends come and go

Contemplating
Sometimes we care a lot more then we should
Does that make us weak; or does it make us good?
Another question: What makes a good friend?
Does it depend on the lessons learned in the end?
Or how do we discern one from the rest?
And how do we make sure which one is the best?
What if they stay? What if they go?
Should we hate, or wish them the best? Bless their soul...

The lesson learned
Life is full of lessons and friendships that have ended
Do we repent them? Is it our fault we couldn’t get them?
Or is it theirs for keeping them in? I don’t know watsup
Do we hold a grudge or make amends and open up?
Should we let them know? Should we have let them go?
Sometimes it’s our own actions that we regret the most
And through the years I’ve learned as these events unfold
It’s the situations like these that really let us grow
So I’ll let you know it’s best to hold on memories
And remember them as your friends, not your enemies
Do they still have feelings? If so where are they residing?
Sometimes they hide them cuz they’re hoping that we find them
So if you feel like crying there’s a lesson that you’ll come to know
No matter who they are, friends come and go
I still love you though, you were never less then me
Bro you're still a friend to me; I smile as I test this weed
Cuz I know you're still right here with me, like a memmory
Like a memmory...

*The memmories fade away as fast as the ashes that tremble down into the cold, Canadian snow. I open the door and enter back into my apartment.*

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