as we run from the day to a strange night of stone
from the very first day me and luca became friends, death became a close friend too. a constant thought, in the very back of my mind. that happens when you’re friend with a drug addict. i’d spend days looking for him - in dark alleys and dirty toilets - my heart pounding with fear. i haven’t been back in that dark place and i haven’t experienced such dread since we drifted apart. we’d still hang out from time to time, i’d buy him lunch or a few books he’d read sitting in the park and we’d talk.
death found him. he’s forever gone.
and even though i knew this day would come, i just can’t believe that day is today. is easier to co-habitate with death when you think of it as something that might but also might not happen in a near future. there’s always the chance - the hope - it will not.
as i read his name in the paper, i saw our life together pass me by like a black/white old movie and - strange thing is life - in a moment of mourning i couldn’t think of all the fear and the sadness he put me through. only the long talks and loud laughs, the bus rides and my phone number forever inked into one of his many books.
death found him. he’s forever gone.
and even though i knew this day would come, i just can’t believe that day is today. is easier to co-habitate with death when you think of it as something that might but also might not happen in a near future. there’s always the chance - the hope - it will not.
as i read his name in the paper, i saw our life together pass me by like a black/white old movie and - strange thing is life - in a moment of mourning i couldn’t think of all the fear and the sadness he put me through. only the long talks and loud laughs, the bus rides and my phone number forever inked into one of his many books.