top of page
Paquito
Even though you’re gone,
I feel your sadness
on drives I go on alone.
I remember how you were the perfect companion.
In our own worlds,
a small comment,
shattered through our atmospheres,
and crashed through our skies.
You were never good at lies,
that’s how I know,
that’s how I knew,
your death was the most honest thing you could do.
bottom of page