My Friend

A friend he was
Yes, a true friend
Casual and relaxed
Social genius at best.

Talked with everyone
With a drink he conversed
Letting the smoke slide
Till his hand was immersed.

He cared too much
For me he vouched
To me he offered
Some from his pouch.

One line in a hit
He said would be sweet
All I needed, tried
That was it.

A friend he was
Yes, a true friend
Casual and relaxed I am
Now that I am literally dead.

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