Letter to a Friend (version 2) (circa June 1992)

I wrote you a letter

late last night.

I wanted to make things better

with all my might.

I still don’t believe

what’s going on around me.

I thought you’d never leave;

by my side you’d always be.

I have all the memories

swimming in my mind.

All my silly worries

you helped me leave behind.

I never had to pretend

whenever around you.

You were my friend;

I, yours, too.

I’m waiting to wake up

(if you want to know what’s true).

In the morning, I’ll get up,

and none of this will have happened to you.

I know you’ve gone to a great place,

and you’ll be happy there.

But I still can see your face

as if you’re right here.

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 …”

I never told you

what a good friend you’d been.

Now I’m missing you;

You are my best friend.

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

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