By Martin Anton Smith
You are now gone,
An early exit stage left.
Yes I was a good friend,
But I also put a big wall up between us.
A wall that stopped us from being ‘brothers’.
And now that you are gone,
It has hit me that that was what you needed
.
Everyone thinks I was a great friend to you,
But I’m not sure that I really was.
You helped me be less of a bastard,
And at least we sat & drank beers quite a lot,
Not saying much at all,
Because silence was your catch phrase.
I was too too lazy it’s true,
And I know my lazyness was one coin side,
And your loneliness the other.
But I also know much of your loneliness,
Was not the type a ‘best friend’ could kill.
So I’ll try to not beat myself up too much.
A couple of swift mental gut punches this month will do.
And then no more.
Everyone half decent & above deserves to rest in peace,
Be they alive or dead.
And so that covers us both.
Farewell my friend.
Anton Martin Smith Writer 