I miss you. It was on a movie set that I learned of your murder. It was reported you were killed on a motorcycle, but the paint came from the inside of a van. I remember the day, I found out of your death. I was living in a guest house and a gust of wind picked me up when entering the main house. I called you number and Joey told me that you had passed away. I went to the beach memorial with thousands there to speak of you through a blowhorn. I spoke about you swimming with dolphins and that you were a god to me, until your death that made me realize you were a man.
I went to the Improv and remembered our first date there. I guessed you horoscope and you replied you were Catholic, which made me laugh. You were generous with your time and I loved you deeply. It took me 8 years to get over your death. It wasn’t until I met Rodney that I mourned for you. I remember you being there for me, when in trouble. You let me stay with you instead of going home when followed by a stalker.
I think of you daily and wished you were still hear calling my name. I love you.
CP
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