At the age of 36, a dear friend to me was lost
To an aggressive form of cancer, I was sad and cross
Why take such a sweet, friendly, caring and happy guy?
Who had such a big heart, we all kept asking WHY?
I spoke to you about a week before you passed away
Although you were down, you still chatted about your day
When I went to your funeral I sat close to our mutual friend
Just to have her beside me, gave me an inner strength
At the end of the funeral your family walked on by
I felt this breeze upon my face, I let out, a weak cry
With the breeze it carried the scent of you
It was an invisible wash of your smell, I didn't know what to do?
I just gasped, choking back the tears
My friend could see all my fears
I was shaken and left as soon as I could
In hindsight I was spooked and I had misunderstood
I now know you were just letting me know you were there
Telling me you were ok, just like you, to still care
I regret my actions on that day
But I still think of you Wick, that's all I wanted to say
©Kim Brown 28th October 2012
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