FM 1431 and New Hope Drive, a poem

Why didn't you call? I never got to say goodbye.

I believe you knew that night, that you were going to die.

Maybe I am wrong, the demons can be sporadic.

Maybe it was an accident, not the actions of an addict.

I just hate knowing, I lost you in that way.

Selfish for sure, but I guess maybe that's okay

I am not sure what I would have even had to say,

but I wanted you to know that I miss you today.

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