It’s almost time

​it’s almost that anniversary, the one you don’t want to remember 
Three years ago my friend passed away,
I feel melancholy still and a little sad as I recall he couldn’t stay.

I was numb
Didn’t know where to turn,
I asked God to take me away too, I didn’t want to be around others therefore I too looked to burn.

But the reality I am here today
Missing that old baster’ as I now refuse to fray.

It hurts when the17th May arrives 
I know today, God wants me here to continue writing poems in order to strive.

I miss you Andrea’s Andreo, my good ol ‘ Dad and dependable friend 
I talk to him everyday, as one day we all shall descend.

“One of May poems for the legend.., Dad xx’
Jason 
15th May 2026