Still remember the words he wrote,
"I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke."
Young, old soul
Ranting about the hearts he had broke
Can't help but see him when it rains,
Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face
Too many years had passed,
Heard he was fighting in a rehab,
Such a dear friend –but time moves fast
We laid him down to rest,
Six feet under, I know he did his best
A friend is a friend,
When hearts break, you ought to mend
But when they leave,
Make sure love's all you send
In memory of a friend we lost to drug addiction.