Sorry to post such a...unhappy poem, but while I was talkin' to Juju the other night, I felt compelled to post this.
And I remember
the days when I wrote
of things I thought I cared for
and now, for once
And I remember
the games we would play
searching your yard under stones
there you are, under those stones
And I remember
the stories we'd share
your room at night we'd share
we had such plans
great plans
now I alone write them
And I remember
we'd laugh together
over our anecdotes
as I weep idley
over our memories
And I promise you
Joe
I'm not leaving you behind
Joe
I won't leave you behind
Joe
later Joe, I'll see you later
