Sitting in your room
Going through all your old stuff
I try to get inside your head
Trying to make sense of what you did
Minitruckin magazines from 1994
Saved tickets from car shows, stolen awards, staff badges
There’s that turbo you stole from me
Why do you have my shirt?
Tons of pictures
Pictures of friends, cars, and family
My personal favorite: one of us
Captioned.
BEST FRIENDS-- The big black guy and the jew
Your hand trying to grab my boob
Letters from girlfriends from high school
Poems you wrote
Never knew you were a poet
Poems about friends, love and
Death
I see it now.
You wrote it all down.
You planned your own death.
It wasn’t a spur of the moment thing.
You wrote it all down.
You planned it.
Best friends forever and I never saw this coming
I talked to you that day
You seemed happy.
I should have seen through it
I am the queen of faking happiness
Don’t hold it against me
Don’t hold it against any of us
None of us saw this coming
But we all cared for you more then you ever knew
Its been a little over 4 months
I still can’t say goodbye
I still can’t help but cry
So many things in the world I don’t understand.
So many things I will never understand
This blood stained street
Stares me in the face
All my memories of you swarm my head
Four months and you are still dead
I miss you
The black guy and the jew
Best of friends forever
Damn forever didn’t last long
I miss you!
