a part of me still loves you and cherishes the memories that we made in youth and then turned to cinder I don't know how two people so well connected can grow so far apart I still hear your laugh I still feel your hugs the fist bumps and play fights years of friendship fading like the smoke filled rooms we spent so much time in my memory is getting hazy I hope your little boy is well perhaps you'll tell him stories when he's grown of an old friend called Finley I want you to know I will surely cry when you die though I doubt that I'll be at your funeral