The grey of today goes with my feeling of the loss of you. To say that I am sad seems vague. I just wonder what were you thinking when you stepped out the door? Why couldn't you reach out? Why didn't you want to? I sat in your old room today. I was in your old house. I saw you everywhere. It made me sad and then not sad. I can still see you making me gin and tonics... playing your guitar... sitting by the fire... passing the smoke... sipping your straw... playing Zelda...staring off into space heavy in thought... I will miss you my friend but I can't deal with anymore death this year.
So death please go away for a while... Thanks. See you later. Goodbye.