Losing a Friend
April 20th, 2008
When can you say this —
that someone is a true friend?
—a day, or a year?
It doesn’t matter
One day or a whole lifetime
When the vibe is right
I hadn’t seen you -
seemed forever and a day.
Then I heard you were gone.
Just another day
in paradise you told me
A place you could be
Free from the sheriff
And those who might seek to harm
Boy against nature
From the day we met
No judgments made between us
You came as you were
Here in this moment
mistakes past, future unknown
See me as I am
You asked nothing that
I accept you as you are
we are both good souls
Dear friends like you
Who just see me as I am
Are precious and rare
– For my friend Ron “Ronda Riviera” Wright
