I found something of yours
the other day.
And it took me back
to another place.
To a time when
you,
my friend,
were not dead.
And I was long into addiction,
where things made sense
and I didn't have to tell you,
where I'd been.
And I didn't know you,
I didn't have to.
Neither of us
asked questions.
Simplicity as a friend.
But you see,
this is before you were dead.
Best friend,
Best friend..