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.