Beany

Hey you,

Remember when the sound of music,

on weekends, permeated the air,

sound of guitar strings, drunken laughter,

toasting glasses of fine whiskey.

Drink until the wee small hours,

ponder the meaning of life,

drown our sorrows, reminisce

til we were comfortably numb,

was just us and them.

Wish you were here,

our song back then,

transports to a different time,

unknown its significance.

Passed away quickly,

not five decades did you get,

my rock, my mate, my confidante,

words can’t describe nor express my pain.

Dear Beany, I miss you,