what should I do with all the beers that I owe you??

I remember the smiles

And cheerful banter

I remember all the days of sunshine

and cracking up with tinkling laughter

I remember the times of tarot cards and reiki

Of crank calls and riding bikes

Of wisecracks and bad, BAD puns...

And Morse code swears

Of dancing and guitars

And Taichi and Deutsch

Of envious times of poring over Himalayan pictures

Of wishing “I were living his life”

Now – I just wish

you were alive.