So many things left un said, I don't even have a picture of you, except for the one implanted in my brain, the one that will never fade or get lost, the one that wakes me up from dreams.

The first time we met
"You like to smoke this Boo yaa," your eyes grinning...
Without a word.
I knew the answer.
Automatic friends
Twin like addictions
Automatic speed
In deed in deed
In death, in life
I rest alone
As did you


Your lectures on how bad the stuff was, is, and shall ever be, wish you listened to yourself.
You helping me when I thought I was overdosing, and I almost wish I was there to save you, but one can never save one who's bent on self destruction. Least you finally quit, guess you had no choice, since you're no longer breathing.

Now that I think
Of what you said
It's like you knew
All along
Your destiny
Wish prophecy
I'd like to take back
The hurtful things
But the clock
Stopped
With your last
Needle prick
You prick
Why?
You were
Stronger
I thought

The time your car broke down on our way home from scoring, we walked 20 miles, it was freezing outside, and we found a open scary bar before having hypothermia, "Louie's Pub" as the locals sneered at us, and you won their depression with your wit, after fixing in the bathroom.