Friend, death beckons enticingly
luring and wooing entrancingly
so was I, best friend
taken rudely by a fiend
you are true we are of different worlds dear
separated by grilled fear
death you fear to join me
is this friendship a myth?
Disappear I didn’t so sudden
We dined, wined, laughed
i, Farai, miss you too
daily I walk with you, cry with you, laugh with you
i see you but you don’t see me
I feel the pain you feel
Or do you think the dead can’t hurt and chat?
C) Lorot Salem 2010
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