Dreams of Darker Days; Dying Friends
In my dream,
My friend knew his time was coming.
This 26 year old young man
He had just visited the hospital for a checkup
And the doctor had diagnosed him with a disease
A disease whose possibility of going away was simply zilch.
When my friend called,
He inform me not of his predicament.
Instead we had a simple conversation like old friends.
Friend: Hello Charles?
It has simply been too long.
Have you found a pair of thighs to lie between and forgotten about your friends?
Me: No mate.
Seeing as how you have been keeping your sister away from me,
I am pretty womanless for now.
But if your mama is available
Maybe I can satiate the hunger that comes with being womanless.
Friend: Fuck you Charles.
How have you been though?
Me: Work is work.
You know how it is.
But I am working on solving a problem
That has been a thorn in the company’s side for a while now.
Maybe that should get me a promotion.
What about you? How are you?
Friend: I am good.
I am very good.
Me: And how is Charlotte?
Friend: Oh man; me and Charlotte broke up a couple of days ago.
What the hell did you break up with her for?
Just how thick can you be?
As in seriously?
How do you break up with a girl like Charlotte?
Friend: Well you know me;
I am your regular go to guy when it comes to stupid.
Me: Well, I hope your Vaseline keeps you warm at night.
Because it’ll be just the both of you in bed for many a night to come
Friend: I am sure I’ll be fine.
I mean, look at you. If you can do it…
And we said our goodbyes
And little did I know
That that was to be the last time we’d ever speak.
Little did I know
That he’d called to say goodbye.
He passed away a couple of weeks later
And in my mind,
I figured that was why he had broken up with his woman.
In my mind,
I figured he thought she couldn’t handle him dying on her.
And I assisted in making his funeral arrangements,
And viewed his body on the morning of the funeral
And I really peered at it just to be sure it was him.
And it was him alright.
Though he looked a bit pale
And his lips looked quite dead.
The man who saw his time coming.
The man whose coffin sounded like thunder from angry gods when soil hit it.
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