To Your Grave


Two days ago, I fought with my friend
we decided that this would be our end.
So he walked away from me
and I didn't glance back, turn or see.

For two days, we didn't meet or call
I decided I might as well keep my world this small.
Then last night I got to know,
that God had decided my friend had to go.

My friend had fallen and then had drowned,
until later that day his body hadn't been found.
I remember the last thing I had said,
" I hope by tomorrow, you are dead!"

Of course back then I hadn't meant it
I should've calmed down and asked him to sit.
Now I wish I hadn't wasted that final hour
I think this as I walk to your grave with this flower.

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