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May 2012
I was doing what I do and didn’t do it right
And I muttered something off-color
It wasn’t anything I’d said in a while
But it was so natural like I was its mother
I suddenly remembered what it was
It wasn’t anything that I need to explain
But for me it was a sign of how nothing is really over
Everything that ever touched me lives in my brain
A habit now precious to me suddenly appeared
It was so trivial on the day of its birth
Yet this child reminded me of my friend
And he lived in this moment though he left this earth
Where are you my friend?
We lived together
We talked and broke bread
You painted scenes with your minds feather
Then they called me
The loner made everything real
It was your final act
You killed the thief that lived to steal
Your mind
Your happiness
Your worth
Even your sadness
It would not let you be
There was no rest
Joy was an explosion
Sad was death
You couldn’t live with us
You tried to tell me the sickness
Life was only a curse
But a man must hide his weakness
To die was the only way
There was no time for our hearts to beat
You touched my life but you will never know
But as I see the stars, one day I hope our eyes will meet
This is about my friend who committed suicide back in 1993....
Mark Lecuona
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