It’s not fair when friends make us live on, is it?

I lit a small funeral fire for you tonight.

It was just an empty envelope, but I put a candle in a cupcake and poured out some of my root beer too.  I don’t know.  Making up rituals.  Looking for meaning.  I sat out in my backyard with you somehow and wrote a bit.  I wrote about things I remember about you.  Which is a lot because you haven’t been gone very long at all.  As I watched the fire though I saw most of it burn.  Two corners of the paper didn’t burn all the way through.  You are gone, and while the pain of your absence is tremendous, it will fade.  I do not fear its complete loss, however.  I will not have to forget, and will remember you unflinchingly.

You were absolutely the most talkative person I know.  And now you are ash on my patio.  I’ve written so much to and about you and all I get are more tears.  Dammit, dude.  You were supposed to be okay.

Turn off, brain,

Turn off,

It’s time to go to sleep

It’s time to quit

Your thinking

And toward the silence creep.

This entry was published on November 4, 2012 at 23:27 and is filed under Bicycle, Prose. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “It’s not fair when friends make us live on, is it?

  1. from ashes we become the earth and the earth becomes a hand who holds us.

  2. A beautiful eulogy

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