Its a wondrous thing
Ties that bind gently...yet fully one to another
A tug here
A pull there
And a telephone call
And a bad New York Italian accent..How Yoo dooin?
I done know? How Yoo Doin? Me? Ime Dooin ok....How Yoo Doin....
Laughter,secret tears and pipe dreams of California road trips via the long way across time..across space.
The silence now is deafening because I won't be making that trip with him.
His ,.what can you say? Trail,road..walk???
What do you say when that time is up and now you have to walk on without a real person and only chemistry making up what a person used to..where a person used to be.
Just a measure of time between here...and
Those measures have stopped..what ever music played is now a echo fading to an empty room
Those measures of miles and hours and days
Are no longer useful as there is no way..no.."how" to measure this distance.
My buddy has moved on to whatever reward and rest he had coming..and I am left with 5 stages
He suffered as we all will and had enough and moved on surrounded by love and light as is,proper and should be.
Numbness is a word sometimes used
Pain is what I feel as my body takes the hit
It stings and aches like falling down
There are words but my muse is weeping..and soon it will be my turn.
RIP my buddy
Now you are Stars