Time

Dear you

I know I should be fine now

But when you’re friends for 15 years

It’s hard to get over

I guess I still see you

When I walk through parts of this house

That’s what work is isn’t it?

A form of a house?

You spend more time there than you do anywhere else

I stop sometimes and I can remember you getting so angry over the stupidest things

I remember the conversation we had

The day before you died

And I just wanted you to know

I finally got out

I’m changing cities

I won’t die in this house

I know you would be proud

Sometimes I can’t sleep

And I watch the morning

I wish I could tell you things

Tell you things for real

I just want you to know

I’m ok now

I’m ok

And even when I’m not

I’m ok

M

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