sitting here on the day you passed
in quiet reflection on the times we've had
the trips down the coast
parties and wine
the fights we would always seem to find
nights wandering through this world
it just doesn't feel right without you here
the travelings grown tiresome
parties are just noise
the wine has no taste
the fights still come but there just not the same
wandering alone through this world again
I miss you old friend
as we used to say
I'll see you later


 someday

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