Words can express the way I feel,
That’s what poets do.
I get the feeling you knew something like this would happen,
conversing with God about being one of the chosen few,
I wanna know the truth.
What were we supposed to do.
Honored and humbled
that I was able to experience your spirit and have the opportunity
to get close to you,
But I don’t know what to do.
never mold into chains again.
Once your energy left.
I knew we would never
be the same again.
Odds were against us throughout our entire journey,
but through our connection
we were able to reign and win.
you never left,
You just separated mind from body
and linked your everlasting spirit
to protect our names from sin.
I recognize you were called home for a higher purpose,
But I can’t help but to question God directly.
Because I know you
became the soldier
we all knew you had the potential to be,
I just pray it was all worth it.
It hurts, shit,
No one was prepared for your departure.
My eyes boil over
as I shuffle through cached memories from when we first met,
to the day you cited your vows
at the alter.
I would selfishly
break into the gates of heaven
to bring you back if i had the chance to.
You were my brother,
you were also my friend too.
You were there for us
whenever you were needed,
Even if you couldn’t stand to.
you integrated your soul
into the higher workings of God,
and are now instructed to watch over us,
Even if you didn’t plan to.