A Friend

I am staring down the dark, ominous trench

 If I were to jump here, now

Would anyone miss me?

With all that I have done?

Yes, he would

He, who had done so much for me,

He who helped me overcome fears as deep as this trench,

He who philosophized the many intricacies of appreciating life,

He who taught me how to be kind when there’s neither rhyme nor reason to do so,

He who showed me that everything isn’t black and white

He who turned the pessimist into an optimist

He who made my world crumble, only to have it rebuilt

Only if, I could change those words long ago

The ones that were carved into stone

I might not be here

Alone

Yet I write this not out of my own spite of self

But in memory

Of a friend

That I hope he hears this

As my madness overtakes me

I am sorry

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