“I love you, my friend,” the last words said to me.
I ask myself time and again how this came to be.
One moment we were cruising, the next we were hit,
by a drunken driver who didn’t give a shit.
Never will I forget how the man I loved was killed,
how on that open highway, crimson blood was spilled.
I’ll hear the last words he muttered just before his life did end,
the words echoing throughout my mind, “I love you, my friend.”
He called me friend.
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