The first to die. One of us the last. Living in the shadow of the Revelries of past, Drawing longer as the short straw is cast. May we never die lonely, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, But alas one of us will go last Suffering each loss Until there is no one to share it with. Let us bask in the glory of our time Together. May every moment of our friendship Be of love and joy, Basking in smiles and laughter, Celebrating life and our fleeting existence. One of us drinking alone, knowing they lasted the longest. This poem is to them. Thank you for being my friend. I love you IkE/2026
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