In the silent aftermath months,
where shadows stretch
and memories sway,
a friend, a soulmate, has drifted away,
leaving me with echoes .

Decades weave a tapestry,
threads of joy and misery,
it was the 70s when the first went away
dawned within smokes embrace,
spikes in bruised veins.

Seeking solace, feeling pained,
the world was wild, a spinning top,
we’d rise, we thought
we’d fall, and it never stopped,
we lost ourselves in fleeting lights.

Time marched on, the 90s came,
with passion’s fire, a different flame,
bodies tangled, souls entwined,
in moments brief, we felt divine,
two friends left with the kiss of AIDS

But life shifts, a fickle friend,
brings heartache that we cannot mend,
cancer came with ruthless hand,
a battle neither of us planned.
I survived, you left.

Memories play on fevered minds,
ghostly echoes, faces that never fade,
in dreams, they visit, spectral light,
keep me company through the night.
and I’m so lonely and so afraid.

The 70s haze, the 90s fire,
the 2020s rock and roll,
these moments etched upon my soul.
So here I sit, as twilight falls,
echoes dancing on the walls.