A Good Friend Passed…

I found out he died via text message.

Deleting the message won’t hinder the missed conversations.

The things we never discussed because we had all the time in the world.

If I am alive please take me to a good memory, sitting on the side of the house. 

Smoking stories and listening to the radio, I know your strong enough for what’s next.

It is myself that is reminded of mortality, the way things turn out and how life is always renewing by ending. 

I wonder if you believe, something in the way.


Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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