I look toward looking back
Pondering the things I lack
To be complete and well at rest
Or fit or rich or heaven’s best
Having not toiled a day
For having perfect words to say
A life renown or envy earned
But giving nothing in return
In comfort finding wonder’s end
But offer all to live again
No need at all to live again
I look toward my future end
This precious life I need just one
Then pass to daughter or on to son
Enjoy my short time on Earth and
Find myself a novel person
Of all the things I could have said,
“I love you,” never came into my head.
The words that did, just like any other,
Were not enough for a brother.
I keep your picture near me all the time.
I fear your face abandoning my mind.
Until the day I follow you around the bend,
Farewell my friend.
A few thoughts about the best friend I’ve ever had in my life, today, on the sixth anniversary of his passing:
1) If he were here today and I could tell him one thing, I’d say, “PLEASE just crack them all at once! Interlock your fingers, and do it like this.”
2) I got LINE something like 4 years ago, so we never sent messages on anything other than facebook (and myspace). If he were here today, I would need a much bigger data plan.
And 3) In the words of my favorite poet Frank Turner, “Brother, I miss you like hell.”
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.