Thirteen years older <br />but hardly wiser <br />I return to my past <br />to find you <br />six months dead. <br />Still alive in this head <br />is memory of you <br />and our infamous <br />three days and nights <br />sustaining on <br />sunflowerseeds <br />and moonshine. <br />as we pissed the <br />hours & days <br />away <br />till I gave up <br />and went home <br />alone <br />to the biggest <br />hangovers ever. <br /> <br />You died <br />an alcoholic at <br />fourtyfive, and I <br />wonder at the <br />caurse of your <br />excessive <br />indifferent <br />recklessness. <br />Did someone <br />break your heart, <br />or did you just <br />loose faith in life <br />or yourself? <br /> <br />We toasted to <br />Night & Day <br />Black & White <br />Life & Death <br />Us & Them <br /> <br />This ones to <br />You.<br /><br />Carsten Thomsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-teacher/
