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You always think things will last forever.
You always think people are always going to be there,
in the last place that you saw them,
and that life will always draw you back together.

My friend has just died, and I have just found out.
In all honesty, I am in shock.
I want to say the right thing
to describe what I am thinking right now,
but the right words just wont come out.

I have lost members of my family over the years;
I have lost friends that I have met and made
who I knew since I was a kid;
but I have never been there to say goodbye,
I have never been with someone by their side
as I lose them forever from my life, as they lose their life,
as I look-on and can do nothing but wipe-away my own tears.

As I sit alone now, I am trying to remember the last time
that I saw and spoke to my friend-
it seems like a lifetime ago in my mind-
I just can’t remember when it was,
and it is a crime of my memory that I cannot defend.

We take things for granted. I take things for granted, sometimes-
I don’t mean to, but sometimes I also take people for granted as well.
I talk to someone one day, I know that I wont see them for a few days,
but I always anticipate that I will see them again soon
the same as they always are:
laughing and joking, quintessentially themselves in every way,
and seemingly fine and well.

I lost a friend today.
A mother and a sister lost their son.
I don’t know what to say.
My friend wasn’t everybody’s friend,
but he was my friend,
and, in some ways, to him I think I was his only one.

I want so badly to find the words to describe my friend.
I want so much to put thought into what I say about him in what I write,
but saying goodbye now, not remembering the last moment that I saw my friend,
just doesn’t feel right.

The hardest thing to conceive is the end.
The most precious thing in existence, life-
the most important gift that we all take for granted-
the finite fortune that we are all born with
that we can’t take with us when we die,
that we should all not let fall through our fingers so easily,
that we should all be careful to not over-spend.

I am sorry that I never got the chance to see you one last time,
and to shake your hand.
You were genuinely someone who everyone knew how they stood with you.
And I can tell you now that you definitely left your mark on this world,
and on everyone you knew.
No one will ever forget you.

This is the way that we part-ways.

I wish I could have said this face to face, but…
goodbye, my friend.

To Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars,
to Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and to all the planet’s of countless stars-
it is to you, and to everyone:
Human; God; Goddess; Angel; and Alien;
that I wish to address,
and also, in a way, to confess,
the reason for my being- my modus operandi, if you will:
why I love connecting with people, writing poetry, and why I just can’t stand still!

I suppose it all started back when I was a boy:
the love that I felt, the friendship’s that I made, and the joy!
The affection that I had, which was unequivically reciprocated
by my friends, and my family- and which I have replicated
in the relationships that I have made as an adult,
and which has made me, I believe, a better person as a result!

Something that I have never told anyone,
is just how much writing poetry is my greatest passion!
The thing about my poetry, and which continue’s to make me smile,
is that I believe I am still in a little bit of denial-
just like when you call someone and keep pressing redial,
and you always expect someone to pick up and answer-
I always expect an instant and inspirational poetic transfer:
a high-speed link between the universe and I-
a way to write the unwritable, and describe why the sky is the sky.

I have always loved keeping active and running around-
using my energy, and that of other’s, to rebound
in a new, invigorating, and exciting, other direction-
times in my childhood that I often look back on in reflection,
and ask myself the question: why did you do what you did?
And the answer that always comes back is: because that is what it is to be a kid!

The reason I am who I am, and the reason why I do what I do,
is because I want to share a part me with everyone, all, and with you!
In my opinion, the gift to be able to create something of your own imagining-
to write it down, build it, sing it, play it, and the ability of enhancing
the perception of someone else, and for a short time take them on a journey
from which they will always remember, and the thought of will forever fill them with glee-
is a gift that is the most special and the most personal present you can bestow:
to reach into your soul, and touch a place within yourself you never dreamed you would ever go.

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