The living dead.

Seemingly normal

with a weird tangy taste,

our time together

never went to waste.

.

Always you and me,

me and you,

merged into one.

.

A connection so strong,

how could it go wrong?

.

Completely and utterly,

Gone.

.

As reality hits.

I’m not sure who really exists.

But as time goes by,

hidden routines come out to say Hi…

.

Our number 1 hits,

Our synchronised living.

Our intimate snuggles

and our year long thanks giving.

.

The utter genius

The adventures unknown,

The best advice given

All natural and home grown

.

Feeling more like myself

only brings you back.

The connection lost,

now getting back on track

.

As I rap in the darkness

chat shit until its light

you are there to keep me warm,

holding me nice and tight.

.

As I dance in the forest

have chats with the trees

your eyes looking back at me

putting me at ease.

.

Death is a blunt bitch

The type you choose to avoid,

wishing things were different,

unwillingly entering the void.

.

But this doesn’t have to be

when you realise the truth

death is the only thing you can rely on

and those who left,

 

never left you.

 

– Evie Pardoe (for Adzee Merai)