You’ve been gone a while but I still miss you. I knew you when you were stealing bottles from your best friends bar, there never was a lock you needed a key for. Browsing my photographs I found you on Karlsbad bridge, a cigarette in one hand, a brown bag in the other. You are wearing a wrinkled tee shirt beneath a green jacket that reads Universität. Your eyes glazed over, you are on your way to or coming from a high. Remember that recital when you choked on your words and how I joked you were my warm up act, everybody laughed, even they loved you. Then with no warning you left me behind when I wanted so much to see you fly.