In memory of Chris Roesch (Squid) (1971-2011) my Friend, and Inspiration for Weasel |
This poem is one I wrote tonight overcome with sadness about the death of a friend who I never was able to say good-bye to. He was the inspiration for my "Weasel" character (see Weasel's addiction). Sadly that is how he died several months ago. He never knew how much he meant to me. RIP Chris Roesch (Squid) 1971-2011 I always thought I would see you again Usually I think of you and I’m ok….. I miss you and am inspired by you I wish I could have known you longer... But I’m ok But sometimes I can’t stop crying as I realize that I never really said good-bye I thought that I would see you again So I never said good-bye The door is still broken as it was The night they came to get you I wasn’t there I was downtown As I saw the cop cars go up the hill I wondered But I didn’t think it was for you I wanted so badly to go with you that night But you wouldn’t let me You and Jurm went off together And I was left out I was angry at you when I left, never to see you again I wish we would have been together at the end My hear aches as I think of how I miss you And how I just wanted you to let me stay with you But how were you to know You would never see me again You spoke to me on the phone after You wanted money And I gave it willingly I always thought I would see you again I wrote you letters But you never replied I was hurt but resigned I always thought I would see you again I wish I would have known when you would leave forever I wish so much We never had a chance to get to know each other as we should All the things that never were haunt me If your ghost was to haunt me I would not be scared I would be happy Because I always thought I would see you again |