One of my best friends leaving
So glad to see them, but I hate this feeling
We on the level, chat with freedom
On our fears, our loves, and our dreaming.

So fecking real
And that is a rarity
Continue to be so
Even when scared to be.

People like you
Are people to treasure
Know I do
In ways you can’t measure.

Keep doing your best
Think less of the rest
A life true to yourself
Is the only success.

You are missed frequently
But let us stop getting deep
And save that soft talk
For the next time we meet.

© Daniel Breslin