Gonna miss you like hell. It wasn’t always beautiful, or easy, but we had some wonderful times. Sure we had our ups and downs, but I never stopped loving you.
But the bubble has burst. The scene has ended. Reality has settled in. As fate would have it, it was a Mr. Death at the door, and he’d come about the reaping.
Like Redman said, “All good things come to end / Now I’m back on the block sellin’ weed again.”
Goodbye, old friend. You’ll be gone, but not forgotten.
The king is dead, long live the king.