
It happened on a Sunday I remember.... or was it a Saturday? Well I guess I don't remember how I thought I did I just know it was the 13Th of July. He died....
It didn't hurt so much at the time, I didn't cry, I wasn't even mad. I can't even say I'm mad now. I was for a while though. I watched it happen over time I watched at a distance wanting to say something but not. "It's not worth it" I can't say that it wasn't but I'll never know if it was.
For a while I hung on to the memories of a person I used to know, and well at that. I didn't think it'd happen this way I didn't think I'd actually want to let him go. But I did, I do.....I do...
Rest in Piece. Live in Piece. With out me.
Now the second time I can't say I remember a date. A different person has drifted away. I think this hurt less and more all at the same time, the death of a friend. Ouch.
The memories of you thouh I can't say are so vivid, I just remember being there. Tears fell I caught them. Your back I had it. thick and thin I stuck through it. But not any more. Is that wrong?
Naw I can't say I feel wrong in this situation I didn't watch this happen over time there's nothing I can do any more.
So I stopped.
I held the two of you so close to my heart and it is OK. I'm sure every one involved is in a better place.
R.I.P Dear Friends Indeed.
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