And I Won'T Cry Poem by Jerry Pike

And I Won’t Cry

So what do you want to know?
I don’t know where I’m going,
I got in, clicked the belt, and drove off.
But I don’t know where I’m going.
I just want to get away from today.
I spray expletives over calm thoughts,
but the urge to swear soon folds.

You did this,
becoming my big friend,
then dying.
Growing up together,
we twisted the same way,
rooted in tomorrow’s soil.
Two days ago, we roared
your first cold lager in months,
fantastic, you quipped,
through your chemo tubes.
We planned a party next month
by the Thames,
meet the boys Monday,
wedding this weekend,
how busy you were sounding.

Each sweeping bend,
triggers a new life
I cannot see.
And I won’t cry.

The sky has no colour, but your face,
it’s tears pour down,
splashing back words
I could never dream up.
High street shoppers,
so unlucky they never met you,
a God among Gods.
Everyone else’s problem
cradled in your willing heart.

But through today’s slow dream,
my mind creeps back to
those high days
where we kindled and burned,
coal bright.
And those last words,
see you later John,
they’ll happen.
And I won’t cry,
Any more.