Original obligation

To write about you, is such injustice, I cant find the words that ring true, to express how I feel is not possible in words, and hard even so with actions.
A person so wonderful, and so full of joy, and a person of strength and glory and heart, and a wonderful smile and a person so smart.
Taken away at 17 years old, driving a car and lost control, and it hurts to think just what happened, and what did you think about when it happened.

To anyone else this is just a statistic, a number on paper and a sad story sadistic.
But to me you are my friend, and a person I loved, I grew up with you, I played with you, and I went through most of my school with you. And do you remember the things you said to me, how you enjoyed the times we spent together, and do you remember the things we did, out on the boat we float and times fly by, we fished we skied and we splashed each other, times were great back then, we had each other.

I guess now its fine, and I can cope, but what if I had spoken to you just before?
And growing up was easy with you, but being grown up without you won’t be.
Too much to describe too much emotion, but loved ones are worth it, and to this attrition, I feel the pain and it hurts all the time, to leave you behind while I’m still here and you are ‘there’, my heart always cries and I slowly die, but for you it was instant and I hope painless, you lucky prick – I would have taken your place, in space and time.

Some words don’t need to be spoken, some actions don’t need to be done, but as long as I can think about you whenever I’m lonely or sad, I know your essence will make me glad.

Still I find the words too hard, what to say, and how to say it. I guess nothing can truly be said, about Mick, my childhood friend. We grew up together, and you were one of my best friends, I guess that’s enough as I reach the end.
But one thing I never got to say. How much I loved you, and not because I’m gay.
The fact that you were there, you were my friend without a care, and you embraced me with every passing breathe, a friend for life, and for you in death.