A Thousand Moons (Part 2, poem)

I always tried to be nice to old people,

Knowing that most of their best friends had died.

Yet never did I imagine,

We would say goodbye at 25.

The grief attacks will lessen they say,

But the pain always continue in waves.

But if I can’t change the past then I guess such waves are welcome;

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We never completed each other,

And was was never the strongest friend.

But we were mirrored twins,

And I walked with you to the end.

I knew this day was coming,

But genuinely didn’t think it would be so soon.

So until I see you again my friend,

I’ll count a thousand moons.   

(Published 2022-04-27, written 2022-04-26)

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Monday was my first DNA day without you.