We breathed the same air
sometimes gasping for it even
We learned from the same individuals
We even walked the same roads, until we didn't.
Our paths were almost parallel.
Intersecting every now and then
We'd collide and then we wouldn'tGrowing up in the same town
Sharing our friends, our beers, our bad habitsYou were there when he wasn't
And I was there when it wasn't possible for her to return.But one day, it wasn't possible for you to return either.
Our paths never crossed again
There was no parallel road
Yours came to a bitter not sweet, endWe lit our candles, spelling out your name
As if we were asking you to come back homeSongs were sung, tears were shed,
but the grief just kept on pouring in.I watched your father cry
And the people claimed their pain and suffering
For they only love you when you're goneAn experience to be had but not chosen
We wrote down every word
I loved you because...
Remember when...It was a reunion of the love we shared for you
You were the in a sometimes bleak field of grey
And I can only hope you bring all of your light to her as she's the one calling you home.
YOU ARE READING
Here's to you, a friend who was gone too soon
PoetryGrowing up in a small town and losing your friend to suicide This is for him. An explanation of events to better understand is listed