Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Gentleman of the Kindness of Souls

I found out you weren’t well the day I left
Sitting and taking in the sights, sounds, and smells
It was a day of anointing
And as you walked up
I said an extra prayer

I fought back tears
Saying hello to you that morning
Holding on to that moment
Wishing it wouldn’t end
I wasn’t ready knowing
It might be our last goodbye

Sitting and waiting to board a plane
Fighting back tears of memories
Thinking dammit
Why him, a gentleman with the kindness of souls
Why does it have to be anyone
You are, were, and always will be
Half of my favorite love story

I am thankful for a friendship I no longer have
But will always cherish

(11.04.2015)

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