I’m filled with regret and the desire to dissolve myself, make like the iridescent oil stains of this parking lot and silently spill into a drain t’be forgotten about for years. You would’ve followed me there, I’m certain, as sewer rats to jam-out our days, unfazed by the dark and all its nitty-gritty secrets. You with your bass guitar, and me with my drums, stoking that mystical beast of rhythm - a bond between us unspoken; even in death never t’be broken - till the day we’d emerge again, grungy goblins with a repertoire of songs unimaginable.
I’ll miss you, amigo.