Time is not given It's stolen in each moment Making memories of shadowed nights Essences of impulse and laughter Lacing through each hole Although the blossoms of life may not get the chance to bloom, Heavy clouds keeping them from life, Our worlds collided With forces of destined allies Affinity roping our universe into orbit In each small moment of nostalgia We will now carry you dear friend In our life, our loss, and our love.
I wrote this for my friend Mikey who passed just before Christmas in a car accident. Losing a friend is unlike any feeling I had ever had.