Life flits past in the wink of an eye, like
Painted stations through a train window.
What was yesterday, will be no more, but
There is persistence yet in memory…
Dear friend, I can’t get used to living
Without you by my side, but I must.
We shared many a laugh and sorrow,
Our drunken chatter, late-night confessions.
Doped, we sat, pouring ourselves to the other.
To think those times are gone, and never again,
Will it be the same. We’ll meet again, but in
Circumstances different….
‘Tis hard to be hopeful, when you know
The happiest days in life have been lived
And relished and are gone. Wisdom says
There’s good yet to come. We both know
The truth, but to keep the heart happy,
The thought is pretty convenient…
