Day Of Mourning

A startling phone call led to a night of little sleep, Counting blessings

instead of sheep. We gathered the next morning. Renewing a bond weakened by

years of separation and though our worlds had slowly drifted apart. The early

memories we shared still remained timeless in our hearts. There was a time when

we closely followed each others footsteps, dreaming of endless summers and

rapped in a mans fading intellect. So long, let these tears wash away the

blood on your hands. So long, youre forgiven for easing her pain. I can still

picture the apartment where it took place. We used to play hours downstairs,

beating drums and hitting snares. Embrace those times to endure. That day felt

like your funeral. Until we meet again, you will never be forgotten.