Keep Me Haunted

You said we would be friends for eternity,
But here I lay, wallowing in misery.
Like a clepto, the world steals lives from me
You were no exception. Another casualty.

My thoughts trail back into our inception;
What created this bond? A competition.
Skill arcades, that bore no repetition.
T’was when we met, after cashed tuition.

Years since you left, still I think all the same;
That I was blessed, with a friend in your name.
Your loss was enough to drive me insane,
Left me hopeless and wished for one final game.

Your memories still linger, and your joy was well wanted,
So do me one last favor, friend, and please keep me haunted.


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  1. PoorPiggApril 8, 2016 at 7:50 AM

    Thank-you for sharing your memories of your friend. Always remembr to see your friend and his haunts in the living. If you ever care to reminisce with someone who cares without competing, here I am, your digital granny.

    - PoorPigg

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  2. PoorPiggApril 8, 2016 at 7:51 AM

    Thank-you for sharing your memories of your friend. Always remembr to see your friend and his haunts in the living. If you ever care to reminisce with someone who cares without competing, here I am, your digital granny.

    - PoorPigg

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