Clem

I often think about him

And I often wonder why

Because really to me 

He was just that crazy guy 

Who I wanted to love 

Like I did his brother and mum

But he made me quite uneasy 

He took my energy

and my rum

And anything else he got get his hands on

Cause he was a cheeky sod 

Fun loving and funky

But definitely odd.

His presence felt quite lonely

Although he filled the room 

Like he was lost somewhere 

Before he's met his tomb 

He called me, on a Thursday 

I never called him back

I was sick as heck in india

Headached feeling crap

Sitting on the toilet

When I saw the screen light up 

I thought oh clem must be in town

I'll text him in a bit

I told him I was far away

But hoped he was ok

That I'd call him a little later 

Or maybe another day

Then I curled up in my hostel bed 

And fell into feverish sleep 

Later I woke up 

Wrapped tight within my sheets

I met the day and ate clear soup 

Had some meds to sort me out 

Took my travels down to the south

And completely forgot all about 

The call that Clem had made. 

Until the day I heard 

Sitting round the dinner table

I think I'd ordered lobster

Feeling booji at the beach

Having fun, so out of reach

Checked my phone 

The WiFi zone 

See what’s been going on

Sad news rolls in from home

Clement John Friedrich Penny

Found dead in his flat

Missing since Thursday evening 

Why didn't I call him Back.