You always had a way of fading,
Not out of spite, not for evading
Just a ghost in digital air,
Here today, gone who knows where.
We joked about your silent streak,
The missed replies, the once-a-week.
But even then, your soul was loud
In every beat, you drew a crowd.
Your music spoke when you did not,
Notes and bars, your every thought.
A voice that soared, raw and pure,
With dreams too wild for maps to secure.
But now, it’s been a year or more,
No “yo,” no track, no metaphor.
No late-night call, no one-line joke,
Just memories, and songs you spoke.
Where are you, Tobi? Where’d you go?
The world still turns, but we don’t know.
Did life get heavy? Did dreams collapse?
Or did you find peace in a quieter path?
We’re not mad, just missing you,
Your chaos, charm, your point of view.
The inbox stays unread, untouched,
But still, we hope it’s not too much.
So if somehow you see or hear,
Know we remember, we still care.
The silence speaks, but still we pray,
That Tobinsco finds his way.
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