2 years ago today my childhood best friend of 16 years overdosed on MDMA. His presence lacking haunts. I wrote this piece for his funeral.
Brothers we were,
Not in blood but at heart,
We cared for eachother,
We looked out for one another,
But to this no more,
A slipping of the real and unreal,
An ethereal plain where all seems but fog,
I’ve lost you brother,
I am lost without you brother,
Who will be there when I fall?
Who shall be there to tell me I’m wrong?
Who will be there when I marry my love?
Who will be there brother now that you’re gone?
You were too young you’ll hear them say,
But I know your true souls age,
Sage-like you did see the beauty,
Mundane to all but you it did seem,
With a glint in your eye and smile on your face,
You loved life and all it did take,
I’m lost brother,
Your laugh and your cry,
Your hope and your fears,
They were mine as much as yours,
Yet, I stand here not in despair,
Hope was your gift,
Eternal optimism and encouragement,
A kind word was always said,
I stand here brother in gratitude,
For all the gifts you have bestowed,
The guidance and love shall and evermore live on,
And a piece within will be yours always,
Brother I say goodbye for now,
But one day I’ll see you soon,
And again we will laugh and cry,
Rejoice and despair,
For you my dearest friend I shall love you till the end.