I haven’t forgotten the
Fishing or the road trips
Or how hard we always
Competed against each other.
I remember the stupid
Things I’d do to make him
Laugh and the times I’d
Come home to visit and
He was always one of
The first people I’d see.
I’ll never forget the night
The phone rang and I heard
About him leaving.
It’s been seven years since
He left and I remember.
I see him about once a year
When I sleep and he visits.
It was where he first met my
Wife and then my child.
One time I thought he was
Still there when I woke but
It wasn’t yet awake, I guess.
I’ve made many friends since and
Value every minute with them.
But none will ever fill the void
He took with him that night.
Yet each night I drift to sleep is
Another chance I’ll see him again.
2007-01-06
00:12:53
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