It is funny how this time of year leaves me with emptiness and sorrow and soon enough October will fly by and December will be back to break this bad mood sequence.

Without further adou I am going to write a poem for my dear friend Tory because all those times you sat wondering when to talk to me, I wondered why you didn't. I needed that childhood friend, but unfortunately I missed out on that because neither of us had the guts to speak up.

~Poetry~

Friendship of names rhyming with crepe susette.

You were the object of all those girls they thought you would end up straight.

I use to dream about you at night, I could have wished to be the one holding you tight.

Funny how all those times you sat on the bus silent we could have made plans.

There are no apologies needed here about the bad times, just don't forget the future can remend.

It is sad to think all the times when friends should have been there for each other we were lost in the mist of alternative lifestyle.

Please know that my heart is taking a big hit when I hear your voice, nine years later.

Damn I should have picked up that phone, but now that I know you are doing ok I will pray for a wonderful future.

See somethings turn out beautiful and to the rest, they well weren't the best.

I won't change the past I will just change the future and pray that the good fortune you have found will rub off on this foolish boy.

Peace be to you my brother of the past.