Goodbye, for now.

This is a poem for Peter Keith Brooking.

Written in September 2010, before Jono moved into Peter's room.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
This is what we must say when one dies

I'm sitting where your bed used to be
Where so many hours were spent
I don't know how to form the words
To show how much you meant

Your presence lingers on the corners of my mind
Like a child playing hide and seek
You peek around with your knowing grin
A dimple in your cheek

Your life gone. It is no more
Left here is a gaping void
Swathed in sorrow
For which there is no cure.
Never again will my life be the same,
Because yours is gone.

Plagued by the need to know why
I know it's no one's 'fault', but surely,
Surely there's someone to blame?
Something towards which I can fire my wrath

My charged emotions are like clouds before a storm
The slightest provocation will bring about
Fantastical lightning and a thunderous roar.

Everything that surrounds me is a powerpoint
It plugs my memory and plays
Story after anecdote after laughable moment
After painful reverie
You are intricately intertwined, intangibly linked
To every integral object inside and out.

Unfathomable are the depths to which
Your mind must have taken you
Delving, diving, ever deeper
In the dismal depressive despair
That was immune to repair
I don't pretend to know or comprehend
The battle you daily fought
Horrible hopelessness usurping all else

Though I don't understand,
I feel like I'm in the middle of my
Own dark abyss
Of nothingness.