by Langston Hughes
I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.
This was included on the inside of the program for the funeral service for our family friend's son, Kibwe Ayinde, who crossed over on September 29 of this year. Rest in peace, Kib.
I, too, loved (still love) my friend, my son, Sekai Ayinde. Happy 18th birthday, Bootsie. I miss you so much.
Forever, I love you, always.
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