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
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