Dedicated to a Friend "Izzy"
A great Guy who the lord called
too soon in his life

The Conversation
~~~~~*~~~~~

On my evening walk
I was enjoying
All the green scenery
The birds and surrounding
critters
The trees some shrouded
And choking
With Spanish moss.

Crying silently
For some one to help
Rid him of that parasite
No one listens
Cause no one cares
Some think the moss
Gives the trees
An intriguing sight.

Out of nowhere
A friend enters my mind
A dear friend
Who passed away
A few years back.

And I greet him
How you doing Pal?
I say to him
In my silent thoughts

What’s with this Pal
Thing of yours
That’s cop talk
For friend I reply
Jokingly.

He says,
Yeah well I’m no cop
No, But you have always
Been my best friend,
Pal.

So what’s up with you
I asked
What you doing in my head
I miss you Buddy I said
We always mention
Your name
When the guys get together.

The Game is not the same
Without you
You always brought class
To the table.

Just wanted to see
How you been
He said to me, Stay Gold
then there was silence.

Exiting my mind
As unexpectedly
As when he dropped in,
Leaving me behind
Nursing a tear
Rolling down the side
Of my face
leaving it to the gentle
evening wind to dry.

When I arrived home
I said to my wife
Guess who I was having
A conversation with.

Who? she replied
Izzy
He just popped
Into my mind
And stay a while
She looked at me
With a startled stare
And left it at that.


By: William Bonilla
“D’Artagnan
04/12/2014