For my close and dear friend Jeff


The years slip by so fast.
It feels like they've been stolen from us.

Can it actually be numbered
In terms of decades?
When we first met
And became acquainted sharing
A round can of rich tobacco.

Every day after that
We rode around everywhere together
In your old car
Listening to music, telling exaggerated stories.
We shared our deepest hurts and fears.
With compassion and respect
We both shared and listened.

Or sometimes we would just talk about
A pretty girl we saw in school...