Shit Happens

The slick roads and lightning bolts made you crash into a tree.
I never thought the day would come when you weren't there for me.
Sometimes things just happen and there's nothing we can do.
There's not always a hidden message to construe.

You were the best friend I could ever ask for.
Gone for days until your body washed ashore.
Off the cliff went you and your car, but you died on impact.
How your dead body escaped the car still isn't exact.

Pale skin and a mangled jaw was the last I saw of your face.
The image of your snapped neck and bloody skin I can't erase.
In a gray suit and a bright red tie that no one will ever view,
because we had a closed casket for no one needed to see you.

It's weird not having you around.
You were amazing, so profound.
The art you created all from you mind
was always the best, it never declined.

Your words spoken like a true fighter
always seemed to make my life brighter.
Dark sly jokes and that crooked smile
made living through life all worthwhile.

The house we spent time in seems forsaken.
Has been ever since your life was taken.
Shit happens and life goes on
even though you remain gone.

Construe-Make sense of.

Profound-Showing intellectual penetration or emotional depths; from the depths of your being

Forsaken-Abandoned.