At loss

my feelings are fighting
each one wanting to take their turn
they go from incredible sadness
to indescribable anger

i don't know what happened
or when it happened
but all i know is that you are gone
and so is your smile, your laughter,
your jokes, your warped humor
that I got
out of 40 hours a week, we laughed
for 35 of them

we charmed each other, hugged each other,
shared secrets w/each other
flirted w/each other, cooked for each other
you were a gentleman, a poet, & even though
your feared bugs, you would never harm them

we always said if the other one left

then the other one would leave
well you left, and I can't leave
but i'm glad we had a chance to laugh
for what would be the last time
before the onset of this
emotional friction.

In memory of Patrick Martin.
Sunday Scribbling word prompt: "friction"
Image: descendoarts