there
is silence now;
once there was
laughter,
once
there was joy;
we played whiffle ball
in
your backyard,
shooting
baskets after school,
jumping
off diving boards
in
Kentucky,
camping
out and staying up
all
night,
sneaking
into the drive-in
theater
through the
hole
in the fence;
life went on,
and
so did we;
there is peace now;
no more struggling,
no
more pain,
no
more tears;
goodbye my friend.
.
.
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