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Apr 2016
Sammy died on the 4th of July
in a fire
He tried to save his house mates
from the burning wreckage
but never emerged
We didn't always get along
In fact at times I thought
he hated me
Disappointed in my decisions
or lack of self control
I cried at his funeral and couldn't stand
to see him stuffed inside
a little box
Today is Sammy's birthday
and I celebrate the life
of a friend I love
By remembering
and continuing on
with his ghost at my side
There's nothing else
I can do
Written by
Metanoia  Oakland, California
(Oakland, California)   
   Weeping willow, ---, Stephan and Emma
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