A Poem Of My Last Memories With You
It's crazy to say, or even just dig into my mind for the way I felt the day I got a call, saying that you died. The last time I seen you, was either 09 or early 2010. You lived in Elmer, and a group of us got drunk then wanted to swim. The pastor across your house, had a pond at the bottom of a hilly. As we were all on our way there, you shouted out to my cousin Willy, "You got an inter tube?!" Serious, but not, it was jokingly. He didn't know how to swim. I remember you had a goldfish in a tiny fish tank in your kitchen. Your house was well kept, you even made sure your dishes were clean. The silly person you always were, paper plates with notes on them, of your serious but hilarious words. One specifically read, a note from your fish Gill. Demanding no one tap on his tank, cause it fucking pissed him off. Ended with a Thank You, with Your name Troy Cook- owner & operator, what a good laugh you gave us all. I wasn't given much time with you, I was a sophomore when you passed. But the little memories I do have, they will always, always last.