A friendship of laughter

A both sad & funny depiction of two lovers who were great friends to each other.

Some day I'm gonna meet a green eyed blessing.... who reads to herself in the pastures where butterfly greet her with salutations she will find me carrying my banjo singing to the rocks by the creek and say "awh no fair..you get a banjo??....all I have is a guitar.." were gonna laugh together for decades til one of our bodies takes a s**t on us and only one of us remains still alive and the other will cry from time to time...only for brief moments when each sip of her morning tea is emphasizing the silence that has replaced what was once consistent laughter and unconditionally a mutual bond between two doofuses...but sadly it is too intense to bear alone this time,the silence that is....silence which ,almost seems as if my disappearance was a practical joke...but she quickly remembers how I passed on due to my severe cirrhosis, "Dont drink on your Damn psyche meds Thomas!" "Sit on a tack I've been drinking since before I could drive,before lady Gaga was a thing even... " But she will laugh at a creak in the floor as it occurs to her that we would make silly faces back and forth stepping on the uneven spots of the wooden floor boards intentionally,.....but when no-one is around to be random and silly and be all Willy nilly with her she will say "Thomas you stepped on that crack!....come out,& show your face! ,...so I can let this chuckle loose with someone I love" "...Thomas..?"And it will be silent, She is still,she is beginning to believe she is senile,she knows I'm dead but she's too old to remember that sort of thing all the time.Well in any event the laugh she wants to give out but won't come naturally will be suspenseful...as she knows it's only an idea,or,maybe more like a feeling in her stomach but it will never come...the only thing that will come to kill the suspense is a sigh of relief when the DMT sprays all over her brain to make the bridge into nothingness a transition of ease,tranquil,long anticipated ease,dying chuckles,that can only be made out as grunts and moans or high pitch dying breaths. A sad sight to those who watch,though she believes I'm waiting on the other end of the pain she was dealing with not too long ago...her heart stops eventually but only after living the long life of a widower ,and what I want you to remember is we were true friends,the both of us And her green eyes smiled when she bit her lips momentarily thinking before only the silliest of questions that she would ask me,seeking only my equally playful response ...yes ,a friend is a friend,someone whose easy to be playful with all of the time,makes you long for the silliness....