goodbye June 2, 2015

Last night I was up enjoying the lunar pull from my window,            
Writing poetry as I usually do,            
While you were leaving a plane in the hospital,            
Leaving only the shell of someone I knew,            
It's not like you to lay there stiff when a beautiful lady,            
Enters the room, but that's the last thing I ever did questioned,            
yet she not the reason that you lay there breathless,            
I didn't see the deeper meaning in the way that she exists,            
I used to sit next to you and rhyme with no concept,            
Of time basking in my own immortality,            
Yet I failed to see you fading gradually,            
Breath shallowing I didn't heed the warnings,            
The universe preped for me to soften a blow,            
So low.....  A cup couldn't protect from it, shots            
Of Everclear won't let the memories rest in peace          
I punched the clock,  the hour hand shatter restlessly          
Im wresteling my heavy weighted chest          
 trying not to shed a tear but the bell dinged and          
 time left us here.          
IF I COULD PULL YOU BACK I WOULD I'D EVEN            
TURN BACK THE CALENDER REVERSE THE PLANETS ON IT'S AXIS TO HEAR YOU LAUGH AGAIN DAM IT MAN!!! ALL THOES PLANS OF LEAVING THIS HOME TO GO ON THE ROAD INSTEAD YOUR WAY OUT WAS ON A FKIN PLANE THAT WOULD NEVER LAND!!!!           
Sorry my anger transmuted but you would understand....        
Like you always did empathiseling with my sorrows, as I did,        
Yours when you had to borrow but pay back didnt matter,        
I was rich in a couple friends.....        
For every hot sausage sandwich brought and Arizona tea we siped,            
For every conversation we had for every point history            
Our paths crossed,            
For every obnoxious laugh at staff members and resident,            
For every sigh that made your face expand from having to            
Go to dialysis, for every cigarette burned every thing that I learned, every push back to your room when you ask,            
Every strole you made gracefully making it seem you had,            
A cool walk from the chair you sat, for all thoes day wishing            
You could be free to Rome the city streets again with out            
An aid being there I hope your finally free at last but  you will be missed...    I mean it when I say you will be missed My friend you will be missed....