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Letter to a Friend (version 1) (circa June 1992)

I wrote you a letter

late last night.

I wanted to make things better

with all my might.

It’s still hard to believe

that you’re gone forever.

I thought you’d never leave,

that we’d always be together.

Memories of days spent with you

swim around in my mind.

Any time I was blue

you were always so kind.

I never had to pretend

when I was with you.

You were my friend;

I was yours, too.

Oh, please wake me from this nightmare

and shine your sweet smile.

The world losing you isn’t fair

even if it were just for a while.

I know you’ve gone to a great place,

and you’ll be happy there.

But I still have visions of your face

with all its joy and care.

I’ve been waiting to hear your song,

wishing I would have listened then.

Why did I have to be so wrong?

I can’t help “Remembering when …”

This letter was to say

all the things I should have said before.

If I ever find a way

I’ll only say I’m sorry more.

*Written for Clint Davis, July 9, 1975 – June 6, 1992.

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