Tax Time Is Near Your Friend's Last Days . . .Still He Is Alive Within You

It's Tax time.

This reminds me that it is getting close to when your friend died.

I think of that a lot too, and how you were hurting from it.

I'm sorry that I was a pain in the ass about it.

I want always to be there for you.

I wanted to be there yet your real boyfriend (I was just your lover) was not nor wanted to.

I was jealous about the care you took

to be with him and helping his friends through it. I tried to picture

you with your friends being together, you firing him through a canon.

Some of his dust is under your porch.

He who died, was lucky to have you as you he.

You are a follower of the cult of the dead, like my Mexican roots.

He though dead, is so real and flesh to you still.

Me? I'm still a ghost that haunts you and myself.

peace be with you too. I know you love peace.