An Ode to the Memory of a Friend

I don't know where things started to go wrong or maybe they were never really right from the beginning.

Maybe I was only a means of entertainment, reluctant as you were, because you were down in the dumps and I was the only one around. You settled for me at your worst, because you knew I think so low of myself that you were certain I'd take your shit for gold. Who am I after all, right?

Maybe I was a mere outlet because you know I would always yield to you, because the world has been unkind and you always need to have the upper hand.

You loved me in your misery, but now you're in a better place. Misery sure loves company, and we had our times, but I guess I'll always be a lowly being in your eyes, a nobody.

But you know what? I wish you well.

There will be more stray cans to kick on the streets, more quiet wishes that we cross paths again one of these days. I will accept one day that starting now, I can only toast to you in whispers on my lonesome, drunken evenings. Someday, my mind will come to terms that I may be the only one left smiling at our jokes.

Maybe. . .

Just maybe. . .

Good night to us, dear friend, and may you sleep tight.