(Years ago, I had a friend who was a great guy and big into music. He was really good at it and had a great energy to run parties. We stayed in touch after I moved to Florida and hung out during one of my few times back to New York. Then . . . He took his own life due to a situation I won’t get into. I was only communicating with him through Facebook and AOL Instant Messenger, so I saw no signs. Only stumbled onto the information too because he was still logged on his AIM account. Was that way for a while. Took a few years of processing for me to write this poem.)
I sit here staring
Seeing you logged on
Knowing
You will remain forever silent
It is only a machine
Never switched to off
I wish we had more time
Even a single night
Like our olden times
Of greasy pizza
And foamy beer
Before midnight tolled me home
I never thought
That you would go
We always had the time
For you to meet my son
Who will only know of you
From the stories that I tell
I wish I knew
The how and why
That took you from us all
Creating a void
Where music once played
With your perfect techno beat




Wonderful ♥️
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Thanks.
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Warm and poignant, Charles.
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Thanks.
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A beautiful tribute. What a terrible loss. Understandable that it would take time to process this.
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Thanks. Even now, it’s hard to fully process.
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A beautiful poem, Charles. Suicide always leaves us wondering.
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Thanks. Sad, but true there.
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That’s really shocking.
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Yeah. Total surprise.
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What a sad situation.
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Yeah. Still think about it at times.
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That’s so sad!
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Yeah. Thanks for commenting.
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You’re welcome.
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