Whenever i think of you;
It's in present tense
somehow
my mind
refuses to admit
what is concrete, inescapable.
I wish, i wish, i wish.
I wish i had to done this
that
told you how much you mean
to me
I have probably said, out loud
that you have passed away
maybe once.
Once.
in two and a half months.
I can hardly
believe
it's been
that long
Contact info, for you.
It's still in my phone
that piece of shit.
you were the only
person
i would ever call.
To hang out.
video games
magic
and
eventually
alchohol
drugs
I miss you man.
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