Goodbye My Dear Friend, My Phoenix

Just this weekend I learned that my dear friend, Phoenix, died this summer from complications of a massive stroke.  The last time I saw him was about two years ago.  He wasn't well. To tell you the truth, he never was.  The very first time I met him he was hobbling around on crutches with a broken toe.  Well, let me tell you, that was just the tip of the iceberg for poor Phoenix, a man whose body constantly betrayed him and his dreams.  Phoenix always had his music, though.  Always.

I was 23 when I met him.  He was, well, a lot older than me.  I suppose I needed that.  I know I did.  Thank you Phoenix, for holding my hand, and my heart,  helping me, and watching me grow.  Thank you for showing me how to make the best of myself.  Thank you for loving me, and thank you for letting me go.  

Play on, play on, my dear friend.  Now you will never be in pain.  

There is a comb inside my room

it sits inside a tiny box

and all the memories in that box

all the haves and the have-nots

and with this comb

i comb my hair

and look deep inside my face

to find a memory thats still there

in a different time and space

I love you all 

you're my friends

Sometimes I get to feel so sad

for things Ive said

and things Ive done

to look deep inside your soul

to try to find that special one

and with these words

I break my heart

and look deep

inside your eyes

to see if you are really warm

to see if you are really wise

I love you all

I love you all

I love you all

You're my friends.