Monday, March 31, 2014

Don't Let the Smoke Get in Your Eye

Last week, an old friend of mine hung himself, on his birthday. Those are the only facts I know. Everything else is just conjecture. 

Although it had been several years since we saw each other, his light remained bright in my heart. 

I dreamt of him last night, and he shined on, just the way he always did. 

While I was writing this morning, this song shuffled on, and I thought about him again, and I sunk a little, and then I remembered a warm September night and him and this song, and I smiled. 

A.T., you will be missed by many. I can't wait to see you the next time around. 


Michelle said...

Beautifully put, Erin.

brokenlittleteacup said...

this is beautiful erin, thank you for sharing it with me.