To Jon (In Memory Of The Greatest Friend I Ever Had, Rip) . Poem by James S Newcomb Lang

I had never felt grief before
But it came like a bolt of lightening
It took me out of the blue
I had never felt anything so frightening

I thought that I was robust
I thought that I was strong
But it just goes to show you
That you can be so terribly wrong

Before I could hardly remember
When last I’d shed a tear
But now it happens so often
That it seems to be small beer

I loved him like a brother
I loved him as my friend
It was an impossible equation
That our friendship would ever end

I know I’ll not forget him
Maybe I’ll never recover
From the tragic early loss
Of the man I called my brother

(In memory of the best friend I ever had.
Died age 44,22nd October 2007. The
Poem was written the day after he died) .