To an old friend---Goodbye

from SylviaPoe - Wednesday, April 21, 2004
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Dear Jonas,

It’s been awhile since I found out about your death. All I could think of at the time was that silly cowboy hat that you used to put on to mimic “Liberty” from that old bootlegged tape we had. I called two people that I knew would want to know what happened. It’s funny how quiet and speechless death can make you feel. We didn’t talk much but you were on our minds. The other day I heard an old song that we used to listen to altogether. I had no idea who the artist was then but I recognized the song instantly and it was tough to listen to. It was really then that I grieved for you.

Sometimes in my darkest moments I am able to find some kind of inner strength to keep going and I just wish that you could have and that you were still around. I miss knowing that your funny smile and kind ways in happier times are still in the world. The last time I saw you was when I left that home for another life and I remember wishing at the time that I would be able to forget the things that we had all gone through together. I know now that I don’t want to forget and I never will. I will always think of you and I will always carry memories of you. Rest in peace my dear old friend.

Is it a kind of dream?Floating out of the tidefollowing the river of death down streamIs it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon a strange glow in the sky and nobody seems to know where you go and what does it mean. Is it a dream? Bright eyes, burning like fire bright eyes, how can you close and fail how can the light that burned so brightly suddenly burn so pale, bright eyes Is it a kind of shadow reaching into the night wandering over the hills unseen or, is it a dream. There's a high wind in the trees a cold sound in the airand nobody ever knows when you goAnd where do you start, into the dark.