He dissapeared, reappeared, left again and took the ball. Gave memories to the game of life, but I fear something, somehow went wrong. Many moons and different tunes have been sung under trees thats tall. Your words were tuned to strike a nerve, though I wonder did they happen... at all?
I'm sitting here with everclear letting the breeze carress my face, i'm hopeful now, i don't know how, or what erasure did take place. My mind is clean, no time to seeth, or bubble in eternal sulfer. Just these gusts, my trusty gut, it beats like drums forged in a fire.
In books of life i found your name, i'm sorry for the bitter pain. I think of rain and how it falls, in symphony it drizzles, and in this hour I realize that your life was like a riddle. Few could crack, like laden backs that don't succumb to stone. There's no need to atone, you made it on your own. It's kinda jacked.. really in fact.. some come and face this life alone. Yet in the stars you found your home, it reasons rhymes right off the dome.
Your always with me, never not, the way we grew up to be taught, about existential fares. Your ticket stubs right over there. This lifes a labyrinth but man. You saw me for just who I am. I'm glad we got to kick the shit, you carry on in conciousness. And it aint even that you died, just passed the puck and said farewell. I hope you have a mellow ride to places where your welcomed still.
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