The Card Game

Dear Friend,

Whether five feet above or below the sod, I know my friend would smile and nod

at my so-called hardships that just appear.

He'd say "There's only one way to go from here."

I'd smile back and reply "You're right, but what happens when I can't bear to fight?"

"You can always bear it, my friend of few ages. Sometimes young people go through

these stages."

"Yeah, but not like this", I'd say with a doubt.

"What are you going to do? Sit there and pout?"

He'd say with a chuckle, while playing a card.

"These trials are not hard, nor detrimental, to your state be that physical or mental. 

A reminder you'll find, after I leave this place, has more meaning than it takes up space."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I mumble near my cards so he can hardly hear.

"You'll find out, one day, young man

that I am right, when I no longer can 

communicate by mouth or ear

that you are someone I hold dear

to my heart. And I will wait, with open arms at The Pearly Gate."

This conversation hit me hard, not when my friend died, but when I got my 18th birthday card.

My friend gave me a reminder that day,

That somehow in a way

Brings back the memories of when friends cared,

For each other whether happy or scared.

I'll never forget my friend, not a chance. And if I happen to see him at a glance,

standing again, at The Pearly Gate, you can bet, by God, I will not wait

To reunite with my dear friend, to finish the beginning of the end.