My Standing Stone

This a poem for my dear friend, robert that died, a couple years ago. Death of a friend never leaves your heart, so I wrote a poem about our start.

My Standing Stone

I don't know how to say this, but I'll try to anyway
I felt as though you left me, standing by the gate
Leaving me behind, to tend to my struggles
Without you I would crawl back in my protected bubble
Not sure which way I should head toward
I needed that guidance to keep my head forward
I met you when I was young, maybe 14 at the latest
You made me honored to know what you had been dealt
So there we were just attending our C.a.p. meeting
Next thing you know, you were not in your seating
Then some months went by, so we had lost touch
And then you showed up in my school, at my lunch
For, you had moved in with a friend of mine,
And from there you just started to shine
By then I didn't need your hand
And you defiantly had plenty of fans
The next thing I know, your full of twists
Especially when marriage was on your lips
Till one day dirty secrets,
Were all over our little town
The life you made was ruined, so
Heading backwards you were slowed
In the pain, the news of deceit
All you felt was your defeat
And a second baby that was lost
So you went drinking, at all costs
Though this cost was severe and permanent
All that's left is more cement
There were many more tears, and sorrow
At first it was hard getting to tomorrow
But it's easier with each passing day
To remember the good old ways
So, I am grateful being your friend
And the way you openly guided me
I sometimes regret us losing touch
Because I miss you very much
But, I know that
Everyone misses you too
Because you were our
Foundation on which we all grew

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