We use to sit in your living room,
waiting for samantha to wake up,
watching old game shows.
Sometimes you'd tell a story,
Or I'd tell a joke,
you smiled no matter how bad it was.
You played a small part in my life,
Almost a secondary character,
but you left your impact the same.
I remember the smell of donuts,
On sunday mornings,
After late saturday nights.
I remember trips to london,
long but somehow too short,
With your silent presence in the front seat.
I remember your hair was thin,
a scraggly silver,
but strangly beautiful.
Everyone you met felt your heart,
Because it shined bright in a dark world,
That will always be rare.