I lost a friend today. It's heartbreaking really. He was my best friend for a long time. We understood each other and we loved each other but today he's gone. He is no longer mine. I can no longer pick up the phone and call him, I can no longer see him and play with his beard. He is gone. We've been fighting. I didn't know how to talk to him so I fought with him. It kind of drove him away. I wanted something that just wasn't there. I wanted something I couldn't have and I got sad when I realized it just wasn't possible. He's gone. What we were is gone. I've learned something. I've experienced something. I've broken something. It hurts. But hopefully, there is life beyond the grave. Hopefully, a resurrection will occur. Until then, I'll patch the incision where he was cut out of my heart. I'll move forward, ever closer to the future I was meant to have. And I'll hope to see him there.
