12 months
52 weeks
365 days
8760 hours
525600 minutes
31 536 000 seconds
Yet why does it feel like yesterday that you were with us
This is no dedication to my dearest friend
We were not that close, but you were so dear, my friend
I feel selfish
Shedding tears
I never shed tears
An expert in the act of bottling your emotions
The  Picasso of self pain
The Da Vinci of doubt
The Apollo of apathy
Yet that phone call popped the lid
My brother on the other end end was struggling to get a word out
You two were always closer
I said nothing
Like the soul that had once presided inside me took a smoke break
For the rest of that my face leaked
Control leaving with my soul,
like some divine power carelessly forgot to close the taps in my head
I guess there's no drought where it's from
The next day I was told I looked radiant
The luckiest to have gone to the beach they said
I guess the salt of my tears was still fresh
The luckiest to have been able to smoke **** they said
My eyes so red I could barely see
I forgot that remission was temporary
That a year cancer free means nothing to the powers that be
I have never had you on my mind
And your passing hasn't changed that
But that makes nothing easier.
I know Dylan's in the double digits
Yet that name is burnt with your face
I am sorry
Sorry that we grew apart
Rest well my friend
Oxalayo