The absence of your fellowship is felt severely
My friend, here and now, you're missed dearly

Maybe we were wrong, maybe we were blind
Teach us in your absence for we may be kind

Let me forgive myself as I watched you slowly bleed
For I am responsible, no matter who did the deed

With whom do I now share this off-colour joke?
With whom do I now share this 4 am smoke?

I was sure someday we were meant to part ways
Never did it cross my mind, numbered were your days

My mind screams when I think back and see the smoking gun
Brother I never called you, but forever you shall be one

Warm pieces of the soul
Torn asunder willingly
To feed the cold ego

I am but a passing muse
With a couple of eyes and a couple of hands
Walking, and yet not moving
And with these hands I wish to build
Not castles, not palaces
But bonds that last longer than our bodies
That will stand the test of fate
Though these eyes shall never appreciate them
As they are but blind to all that doesn't move
But once in a while they do notice the patterns
Among the endless sea of static
And I let out a squeal of joy that falls on deaf ears

I could not stop walking into walls
Oh, how I twisted and turned
Until the day I wrote myself over them

You live out your dreams
I dwell within mine
I'm but a part of your world
You've made mine

Once there was this little tree
Whose soul was completely free
Branches like willful souls
Fill them in tropical bowls

Whisked onto a sea of pristine canopies
The world itself slowly atrophies
Every word itself an apostrophe
Not even trying to avoid a catastrophe

Wondrous flights shape the continuum
Swallowing speech by disarticulating consonants
What will be the clouds departure
To see that the rain falls through the aperture

Come to see the creations so dexterous
With a resonant jewel in their necklace
Underplaying the quickness of the wind
Just with a dash of feeling chagrined