Friends What is more sad? Taking the photos of each lost friend down from my wall one by one an execution of sorts the others waiting on death row Or is it perhaps the fact that what we had can die so suddenly and for me it is a mere stumble in the dark It startles and then I heal Your energy still runs through me, yes Your laugh and jokes remain But slowly, gently Until it fades The world is full of people and those who I have met and loved and kissed and laughed and cried with and eventually took their picture down those people I knew well, they were only a few I might be sorry.
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