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He pops up when there is something to be done
not to chat
not to catch up on a game
but to talk about work of all things
This isn't fair
I am getting way to old for this
I need to settle down
have another chance at a 'normal life'
I miss him so much
he was my best friend
I know 'was' is pretence
but he's 'dead'
there isn't much I can do about that
Day by day
my life gets lonelier
I am beginning to separate myself
from the world I used to live in
was accustomed to
There are so many things I want to talk about
and will never have the chance
its like how I never had the chance to watch Charlie grow
I was robbed of that experience
by my *damn* gun
never able to fulfil the joy of watching my son grow up