My best friend is gone, lost forever.
Yes, I had a best friend.
Life with him was like treading through a field full of flowers on a warm summer day.
The scent of the flowers explode over and over again in your brain as the sun warms your skin.
God, I miss him. I watched him die, I watched the light leave his eyes. Helpless, I couldn't believe it, my mind shut down from denial. My heart couldn't accept it, still can't.
I remember how he told me...'don't worry your pretty head Jo, I won't let it get the best of me'.
When we found out he had stage three lung cancer. I believed him, I had no choice, I wanted to. Now....he's gone.
Why did you let it get the best of you Jan? Why? Now you're six feet deep in the dusty grounds of Niamey.
I would never see those eyes...smiling down at me, ever again.
Find a way back to me...Janecek.
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At a point in our lives, we all lose someone close to us. Death is inevitable.
YOU ARE READING
Lost in me
PoetryWords from the deepest part of my blood red heart. Pouring up everything with each heartbeat. I'll show you my mind...but you can't reach it.