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for a couple of friends who left not so unexpectedly

maybe they died from being wounded

with the sharp end of a falling star

or suffocated in rainbow light

addicts are born with broken hearts

some of them never get them fixed

when are they going to have real transplants

where love heals you

maybe they drowned from too many nights

of staring at the moon

maybe their dreams overwhelmed them

and kidnapped them to a lost fantasy

they're being held for ransom

'til storms of indifference give way to clouds of joy

maybe they didn't have enough skin

and the sun burned through them

and they're still with us

they're just transparent

maybe they exploded from too much uncertainty

and the band aids of prayer and laughter

were left at home that day

maybe they opened the window

and the wind gushed in and took them away

and they're being spoiled with kindness

maybe their spirit flew off for some unfinished business

and the rest followed

we'll get a call some day

collect

from a new born child

full of tears and smiles

saying come get me

i'm gonna give it another try