…I want you to come on, honeychild, I beg of you…
My friend died.
I wish you’d met her, friends of mine. She was like me, only smarter and with a much more heartwrenching turn of phrase. She was a poet.
Today I gave her a eulogy.
…A tin-painted roof, buried under a thousand pounds of rain. The whole world smudged-out, and turned into the bottom of the ocean. I wouldn’t’ve survived this, if it wasn’t for you guys. And she would’ve been pissed, if I died. So you’ve got my girl’s thanks.
It’s better than my thanks, too; because my thanks doesn’t come with “accidentally” dropped angel-feathers, that a person could pick up.
Got your reds, you’ve got your greens and blues.
Goodnight, darling girl of mine. I think you’ve turned into the biggest constellation in the sky, today. Man, just take a look.
You’re really something.
See you again, one time soon.