What can I say about dead friends?
People I once loved and held in high regard…
People I still do hold high…
Tormented souls most of them.
Pain, sorrow, regret, longing just to say another word.
Who would go first?
What would it be like?
Promises of contact beyond the grave that never came.
When we were young we could do anything.
Then time snuck up upon us all…
Time took some of us, ravaged a few of us, helped a couple of us but left me torn.
Torn still loving, still needing and still longing for those of us that left…
My Reality 