Someone To Somebody
started the day with a
telephone ring,
still sleeping I pretended
to listen.
the voice I heard,a voice that slurred
told me a message that would not
go away.
dressed myself in basic black,
combed my hair in
the usual
way.
I walked away from my unmade bed,
I guess I'm ready for the funeral today.
through my mind as cars raced by
the word "unforgiven"followed me like a lost child.
He died this way
what reason for this could ever be given.
a son to his parents,
a lover to his girlfriend,
a friend to all a friend to me.
he was someone to somebody.
tears in my eyes and memories in my throat
it became harder to smile for his passing soul.
but....he was and would always be
someone to somebody.
Frank Penicaro (c)copyright 2010
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