Poem to the closest friend
It doesn’t matter that you’re dead
At least not from where I’m at
I haven’t seen you in a lifetime
And on the pictures of us both
I recognize you, but I don’t recognize the other
So many people carrying all but a generic name
But when I look back at the pictures
I see myself again
How handsome you are, and forever will be
How free you are, and full of colors
How destined for this moment
And a thousand faces printed in the news
And ten thousand virgins drowned in their own blood
And a million million tears for all of us
