For Alex

Boyhood Holds, friendship should last, I will honor your memory as a symbol of how to be true friend.

Boyhood Holds, friendship should last, I will honor your memory as a symbol of how to be true friend.

      Like Real Friends Do

I heard your voice,

As deep as charcoal is black,

the molasses speed twang,

you needn’t ever try and see through.

I learned to love

The way your voice

would hang on certain words

Elongating like a cat in full stretch,

life….words, you wanted more,

the comma hangs over your story

the way life does for me now,

The way the sky blared both love and anger

the day I had to tell you goodbye.

Your voice was real in my dream;

It hovered,

Somewhere devoid of sadness,

Between boyhood and manhood,

it was there right beside me.

Oddly- or perhaps not-just the day before

I dreamed of you,

Your most adoring fan,

walked with me….

I told her, as they talked of sleep,

“I never remember my dreams”

That night you came to me,

in my dream

Cause real friends hear everything,

Cause real friends check up on you.

I feel your smile from heaven,

Like real friends do.

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