OTB

I woke with some hope and  expectations of good fortune,

But even the skies were not in agreement, With signs toward a different path

Scattered dark clouds laced with deep  blue clouds were like a sign of what was to come

Hope based on an expectation of a better day

A phone call was all that was needed to scatter that thought

OTB! You are no more.

Quickly, blood rushed through my veins

My heart starts to beat to its' own drumbeats

Sweat starts making its way out of my body of there own accord

The action I could neither control nor stop

Alas! OTB you are no more

As Dew quickly disappears under the gaze of the morning Sun

So are our plans and desires.

As the full moon still deems its light in the morning,

So is your presence gone

OTB ! You are no more.

Our friendly batters on simple issues

The design analysis that we probe together,

that sometimes leads to silly quarrels

Like a child longing to see the face of his father

So I miss your call about new work that you frequently made

OTB was my friend, to whom I rarely say

But you are truly my friend

I have engraved in the Epitaph of my heart.

OTB  MY FRIEND.