My friend died two years ago and I still don’t know how to deal

When I’d ask him about his future
He’d ask me about my week
He didn’t like to talk about Alberta
Where he’d spent a disappointing summer.
He fought for the reputation of Bloodhound Gang
And made simple meals with a smile
Then, 2:00 AM, his bike fell to the ground
His room a stale mausoleum
We could have played Mario all week
But I was writing every word I’d learned.
Written By: Sarah C Louise