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.