End of days......

Some days I remember...
Most days it's amnesia


Your smile tattoed in my minds eye
Your voice on a loop in my ear drum


The fun times and the welcome chores Both signposts of nostalgic history


Nipped without the tuck
Open wound, left to bleed out


When friendship sees the end of days...
And the mind tangos with itself. ..what are the answers?


Justified?  ...maybe
Ruthless?...definitely
Deserved? .....never


A friend lost to a mystery
Is missed throughout history