R.I.P. Jesse Michael Doseck (12-21-93 - 5-21-09)

To a dear friend,
our story's at its end,
the chapter cut short
in this book of sorts

I can't see your face,
the canvas left blank,
and these ships I will sink,
without pausing to think

Here pops a thought,
a thought from the past
from a time together,
which was our last

One argument it took,
for Him to close the book
its at this point I knew,
our friendship was through
I watched all of my ships
sink into the watery blue

Its four months today,
He took you away
I never got to apologize,
that morning the sun didn't rise
and it hasn't since