I was never good at this...
saying words I can't feel.
Goodbye, what's so good about
leaving? Did you think of that
when you let that bullet
rattle inside your brain?
Was that your last word
when your body hit the floor?
Goodbye...
Whenever I think of you,
I don't think of the end.
I think of your hands covered
in the thickest grease. I think of
your garage filled with metal
tunes. I think of your smile
that won't let me sleep at night.
I think and I think but none of that
changes the reality I'm stuck with...
Being your friend taught me so much
How to laugh when others are complaining.
How to be strong when I can barely stand.
How to be different in a crowd of copies.
But of all the things you taught me...
saying goodbye was not one of them.
