His words lingered.
They pierced a hole
right through my heart.
Tears streamed down
my face as I watched
this man tell me.
"He's dead."
Those words pained me.
I couldn't breath.
I looked away.
I felt my heart
lurch forward.
Out of my chest
it ran.
I flew home.
My faced pressed
into a pillow,
tears still streaming
down my pale face.
I closed my eyes
and wished it
hadn't happened to him.
The day of his funeral,
I cried the entire time as they
lowered him in to the
cold, dark, and unforgiving earth.
At least he was free.
Free from this hell hole.
Years passed, yet
I still remember his gentle
eyes and soft hands.
I look to the sky and
think of him as though
he were next to me,
his eyes watching me.
I smiled.
I now lay in my
own death bed.
I look to the ceiling
take a breath and say
slowly, "I'll join you soon,
my love."
I breathe in.
Then out again
another breath in.
Soon I begin to
feel my last breath
arriving.
I close my eyes and know
I am also dead.
Heaven arrives and
I walk through
the pearly gates.
I look to my left.
Then to my right.
I look straight and see him.
We run towards
each other and
embrace quickly.
I feel as though we shall
never let go.
Shadows fall around us.
A light shines on us.
Soon, it's just us.
Just us until the
end of time and
the end of space.
I wrote this poem for two of my friends. One of them is in the hospital in a coma because a gang descided to beat him up.
