A poem for Frank

Frank

Your favourite number was twelve
fish gave you diarrhoea
you made me laugh
until my sides hurt,
God how I wish you were still here.

I wrote this not long after hearing of his passing, Frank never dwelt on the negative and so I spent the afternoon looking at photographs, laughing, smiling then bursting into fits of uncontrollable despair.

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