"Way up!"

“Hey, I thought I’d check up on you again” “I’m still drinking coffee, black sometimes with no sugar even” “Wait when did that even happen?” “Did he now? Oh?” “That’s fine, he’ll be okay” “Well he was good” “Sam laughed about it” “I don’t even recall that...” “We should’ve guided him at least” “Yeah” “His heart...?” “What caused it?” “ICU?” “Hey guys”

Neither life nor death could separate the thought that one has perished and will be no more, the thought the grieve the pain the pain oh the pain we grieve we hurt we grieve we still hurt. We heard his voice on the old record we partied to; we tasted his presence when we could barely walk straight. The pain the pain the lost the lost oh the lost the lost. Visions hit a today on a lost tomorrow and a promised yesterday, life took us by storm when the voices began fading away. The grieve the grieve the hurt the hurt.

Tomorrow is promised, the more we live the more life pulls a finger on us.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow” “Bye”