I was here before phones could die and when disco wouldn’t...

before you took your first breath

and I was here when you 

unfortunately

tragically

beautifully took 

your last

I was here before phones could die 

and when disco wouldn't

and I was here before that

and I’ll be here after this

I’ve grown especially wistful lately

highly-emotional

drifting slowly

and lazy

near-still and floating

balloon-like down hallways 

in a constant state of

pervasive 

fogged melancholy

shambling 

shuffling

and moaning

of coalesced loves

and the faintly thin, distant laughter of once-close friends

reaching in vain with sinewed hands 

clawing at curled pictures 

and dusty cassette tapes left to rest in tired, rotted boxes

and aching 

for the transparent

gossamer

web-like wisps 

 of my greatest, dear companions 

    of some immoral strengths and

        some of divine impurities

            all together

               now

                   and who will always be 

                           my immortal friends

forever