When I was younger, I had the opportunity to be touched by your kind soul. You were the piece that fit so right, and made our puzzle whole. Now that you've gone away, much has changed with time. Our familial bond has since decayed, you were the only word that rhymed. Your life is often celebrated, by the lives you've left behind. We carry on your legacy, as you were always so caring and kind. Your beauty was apparent in the ways you showed me love. It was always unconditional, even when I placed others above you. I remember all the times when I ignored you like the rest, I apologize profusely, as I feel highly distressed. I pray for you every night, and all throughout the day. Yet still sometimes the pain of loss refuses to go away. I attempt to remain positive and solely see the good. But then I am reminded of all that I misunderstood. I am sorry for the all the times that I hurt you like I did. I cannot attempt to reason with myself and state that I was merely just a kid. I should have known better then, regardless of my age. And now my emotions are repressed and locked up inside a cage. I pray that you can see me, and often feel you near. I seek you out in times of need, as you suppress my fears. My tears have dried, and now I see you loved me so unconditionally. I know we will meet again, you were my Earth angel and my friend. Your soul touched my heart, and you have made a deep impact. I promise you that I will keep your memory intact. I love you and miss you, I wish you could come back.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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