I feel for you, dear friend
you walk a path I cannot follow
but my thoughts and love
are with you, from wherever
however whenever at whichever
time of day, you know, you see
it's hard to watch you dissolve as
such but you were meant to be
a spectacle, some sort of being
not fit to be contained in any
dull drab human form or
regular routine of any kind
I ramble, dear friend, as you did
words flow a certain way for us
and we'll wander as such, as
flowing rivers do how they will
onward forth without a wince
or something similar enough to it
my thoughts are with you, stay
humble and true to yourself
and let things be, we both know
we're powerless to help
my heart is with you, but where
you're headed I can't follow
and I hope there will be shelter
from the storm that will befall you
I wrote this farewell to a beloved friend of mine a while before I realized it was final. Love, always.