In Your Hour of Passing

This poem is about a friend of mine who passed away recently from cancer.

I know that you feel that I stabbed you in the back,
all I can say is that I'm sorry for that.
Time we spent together, though brief it was,
fun and I am glad I got to meet you at least once.
I will always be your friend though the wound is way too deep
and in your hour of passing I will be your friend in grief.

Believe me when I tell you that I meant you no harm,
I am sorry my friend from the bottom of my heart.
Sorry I could not be there for you in all your pain and sorrow,
to dry your eyes when you cry tears beyond tomorrow.
I will always be your friend though the wound is way too deep
and in your hour of passing I will be your friend in grief.

Paul Hickey
12-16-12
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