You always were the strong one
The one I looked up to, the one who had all the answers
We would talk about anything and everything
And in you I found a true kindred spirit
Your love for music and verse always delighted me
I would wait with baited breath with the next instalment of a poem, song or musing
I always felt special because you chose me to send youre newly written verses to
I always got first look, and I loved that
We had so much fun together
We laughed a lot
We had the best conversations about Darwin and you taught me so much
Your views on life always made me smile
It always amazed me that you saw things as I did
So few do
Even when things got tough, you were positive
You persevered and I was always proud of you
You never let yourself fail, and you did amazing things
You never thought that anything was impossible
I used to look forward to Sundays
Band practice
We would drink gallons of coffee and pretend we were going to become rock stars
Jamming was always our favourite escape
An escape I will miss more then will ever possibly know
I hope we were wrong
I hope that somewhere you are looking down on me
Thinking that life is fleeting and how silly I am to cry
Amused by my poor attempt to say goodbye
RIP Mike
The one I looked up to, the one who had all the answers
We would talk about anything and everything
And in you I found a true kindred spirit
Your love for music and verse always delighted me
I would wait with baited breath with the next instalment of a poem, song or musing
I always felt special because you chose me to send youre newly written verses to
I always got first look, and I loved that
We had so much fun together
We laughed a lot
We had the best conversations about Darwin and you taught me so much
Your views on life always made me smile
It always amazed me that you saw things as I did
So few do
Even when things got tough, you were positive
You persevered and I was always proud of you
You never let yourself fail, and you did amazing things
You never thought that anything was impossible
I used to look forward to Sundays
Band practice
We would drink gallons of coffee and pretend we were going to become rock stars
Jamming was always our favourite escape
An escape I will miss more then will ever possibly know
I hope we were wrong
I hope that somewhere you are looking down on me
Thinking that life is fleeting and how silly I am to cry
Amused by my poor attempt to say goodbye
RIP Mike
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Lossing somebody really sucks.
nice poem
you deserve a big hug