Another Goodbye (The Cowboy 16.02.11)

I’ve never possessed the suggested tears
for the head on collision with death.
As a child, even the thought of it
seemed unbearable, so I wished it away.
Now, it clings on to life
and refuses to get far enough away
for us to sit back without bleak expectation.

I sit with some piano music,
and a room full of people who never knew him,
trying my best to give him a moment of time,
but it’s not quite ready yet.

You walked through walls, my friend.
One of the few people I’ve met
who possessed true individuality.
Even when the cancer caught up with you,
it still trailed behind as the vague shadow
of a man not to be beaten
by damn near anything.

I’m going to leave now,
I’ve had enough of writing good byes
over the fifteen months.
I’ll be sat in your old haunt
soon enough
conveying the idea
that if there is a heaven
you’ll be showing it hell,
with a style
that this town
will be pushed
to see again.

Adios, friend.