Letter From a Friend

He smiled in wretched sadness.

Weeping brittle tears of joy at the empty hole

his life had become.

He wrote a letter in pencil to his dearly departed friend

but ran out of ink.

So he started all over again

at the end.

“I think of you sometimes when the warm winter wind blows

dragging with it dust drops of water.

It forms your face in the street.

But then the cold-hearted Sun dries your smile away.

Still, I remember.

I recall fondly the time we spent apart.

I still have all those letters you never sent me.

Thank you for those.

All those trips we took together

I’m sorry I never showed up.

All those late-night conversations we never had

I still replay them over and over in my mind.

I hope I never see you again

one day soon.

I miss hearing the sound of your silence.

Eve and the boys send love and flowers.

We all miss you terribly

you rotten bastard.

Hope you’re doing well

in Hell.

Regretfully,

Your friend Adam.