Looking up I call his name

awake in a dreamlike state
memories of happy times
my friend beside me
I believe it is real
so close to me I can almost touch
dancing, drinking in the night
playing under the hot sun
splashing in the water
his laughter rings in my ears
his smile warms my heart
his jokes make me laugh
his eyes melt my boundaries
providing trust
his essence purity
almost forgeting the truth
my friend is dead

This is for my friend Duane, who no longer has the luxury of life that we all tend to take for granted. Click HERE to read an essay I wrote about his death.