my bed is awake. I have given him all my rest.
So let him lie open, honest and easy, knowing sleep is for the best.
I know sir that life isn’t fair and nothing is ever easy.
But please sir, thank him for waiting, waiting up there for me.
I asked you kindly sir;
I tucked away my tattered ends
“Please sir, make heaven angels and my friends friends.”
Leave me alone. Let them all be safe and free.
Don’t you see how much a friend means to a friend like me?
It was only after I stumbled through the week of nights,
that the thoughts in my mind each took their hearty bites.
Chomp! chomp! chomp! cornucopia- my skull.
“Sir there’s not enough ink in this black inkwell.”
It could only be after I stumbled upon the reality beneath hampering cries,
whilst making each feeling a violent vignette of his demise,
I returned the thoughts to the suit behind a wooden desk and said,
"I am tired of your games. Please sir, make my mind a mind and my bed a bed."
Sir, I bet we could run away,
if only you didn’t chain our ankles to gravestones.
No matter how black the wardrobe, underneath we’re all white like bones.
He will make you see what you were missing within clouds.
I bet you smile at us, but sir, we were told to chew with closed mouths.
I know now sir:
the destination is the same, no matter how long the limousine.
But is it grieving if each step reminds me of where he has never been
and never will be? Sir, you flayed our hearts on the tarmac.
I have heard there is a voice from the clouds but sir, he is never coming back.
This was written by a friend of mine, when our close friend passed away. We love you and I thought it was too great not to share with the world.
Love Always,
Nicole
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