Cayn White

For A Friend

The pictures are fading, the memories start to blur
The last one to realise, yet the first one to know
Was I just oblivious to the obvious or simply in denial?
The feeling I carry will stay with me for a while
You helped me to cope with three years of life
Helped me to stand up against three years of strife
Lightened up any mood with an attitude that was enviable
Even the slightest comment could raise a smile
Then came the news that you passed away
Numbness attacked my brain, for once I didn’t know what to say
Tried to tell jokes to hide the tears
But as the day of your funeral came I just couldn’t hide the fears
That I would have to say goodbye to a friend and actually mean it
The empty feeling inside my stomach expanded to the pit
Travelled up North all alone
Late for your funeral, will I be late for my own?
The story of what I went through in order to get there
Would have had you laughing whilst I stood in despair
You would have called me useless with your sense of humour that was second to none
Three years later and it still hurts me to admit that your gone.

Written by Cayn White
In Memory of Paul Rawlence 1966-2005