LIP

Here lies the spirit of a good person

Someone that in hard times was my blood and brother

We would lie in our bunks at night until everyone else had slipped into sleep, and we’d whisper;

"Hey, You Up?"

We'd talk half the night

Rabbit trailing for hours about everything and nothing or anything two boys could think to talk about

Sometimes we’d try to find our way back to why we were on a certain topic but could never figure it out.

Night after night we would lie awake until one of us whispered into the night;

"Hey, you up?”

But I guess he’s gone now

Stolen from me by the endless rat race of this sad attempt at life

We were supposed to be so much more than anyone who’d done it before

Now its like he never wanted anything, I did

He's got a significant other, and they’ve got kids

So I guess I'll find someone else who I can whisper with about million dollar ideas

But I'll always just…

Live In Peace