A poem dedicated to a friend of mine, Philip H. Branagan, who passed away 6 years ago this fall. This is an old one but was hard to write.
I sit and wait for time to pass
looking at pictures of the past
and as I glance up I see
a guy as tall as six foot three
Full of life he seemed to be
joking as he did with me
I asked him if he knew my brother
their sleeping habits matched the other
I asked him what his plans were
he said he was seeing friends
but was otherwise not sure
Never foresaw the end
It's been two years since that day
and now I would just like to say
that for his family and friends
I will always be here
Have I made myself perfectly clear?
