The Night Listener

Goodbye nightly conversations 

Who will talk now then? 

I had one before, 

Now It's back to none again. 

I have a few good friends 

But this now really sucks, 

It pains my world to know 

That my heros are now gone. 

This world has grown much dimmer 

When they leave us all behind 

I hope that you now know 

How we've felt for all this time. 

I never thought I'd write, 

In past-tense of you my friend, 

Goddamnit, mother-fucker, son-of-a-bitch! 

You were my brother til the end. 

(For Jeremy Robertson, my brother who took his life in 2020.)