no one wants to write your eulogy.

you are gone,
you left to walk across a highway
only to never wake again.
it's so strange to hear,
almost unreal.
i remember so many things-
some good, some bad,
some funny, and some maddening.

there will never be anyone
to replace you,
your bryan-isms,
your misogyny,
your curiosity,
your eccentricity,
your love and fervor for life.

we are left here to sit and
wonder why--
why you had to leave,
and why you couldn't stay.

it just feels like all of us
have stopped to hold our breaths for you,
waiting to see if you'll give a call,
or drive up in your purple accord.
the world has stopped for you bryan,
and it'll slowly turn again
with memories of you.
oh and the stories of you,
we have and will all be talking;
these stories,
they have made you
so, so famous.

it is impossible now
to describe to you
what you meant,
how much you are loved,
how much you will be missed.


may your heart and soul rest in peace.