You've been my golden best friend, now with post-demise at hand, i can't go to you for consolation cause we're off limits during this transition. 

This grief overwhelms me, it burns in my stomach, and i can't stop bumping into things. 

You've been my soulmate and mentor, i remembered you the moment i met you, with you i knew god's face was handsome. With you i suffered an expansion. 

This loss is numbing me, it pierces my chest, and i can't stop dropping everything. 

If i had a bill for all the philosophies i shared, a penny for all the possibilities i presented, a dime for every hand thrown up in the air, my wealth would render this no less severe.