while i was out building morale
you
with your Cobra
were dying
details are relative
your wife waits
unknowing that i think of her at this moment
or
that you never again will
you were just a boy - 19
immature
with much to learn
but you were playing men's games
the stakes were high
and you lost
or rather
we
your team
lost
last night we wanted to be alone
so we made excuses
and left you
i`m sorry now
but it's much too late for apologies
you're too busy derosing from the world
and being reassigned to eternity
to know how i feel
unreality
total incomprehension
death is too final to contemplate
dwelling upon the loss of a friend
is death in life
life is for the living
death is for the dead
and so
Kenny
we must now go our separate ways
good-bye's are sad
but if we'd never said hell-o
we'd not have to say good-bye
and the happiness of your hell-o's
far surpasses
the tragedy of your good-bye
the sad part
is not
that you're dead
the sad part
is
that you are no longer alive
i'll miss you
kenny
emily strange
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