It’s been exactly one month since you passed my brother and I still think of you everyday, rest peacefully gentle warrior.
My house had never been as quiet as the night you died.
A lonely silence filled in my room.
I never pictured a day without you by my side
I’m still here but you’re in a tomb.
A man with a bright mind
Encased by a thick afro.
A man I proudly call brother,
Truly one of a kind,
A friend and a hero,
A smile as warm as summer.
Emotion struck like an earthquake;
I was in shocked, unsettled,
My hands would violently shake.
My heart heavier than metal.
Long walks on the beach,
Frozen yogurt consumption,
Just you and I, lounging.
I remember always saving you a seat,
Talking about when you’re a husband;
You would have been astounding.
The line between love and hate is thin.
The border between life and death is abrupt.
A friendship that felt like kin
That death decided to interrupt.
You and I could talk about politics,
Pour out our hearts or philosophically discuss.
With seriousness or with jokes,
We had a special friendship.
All the memories of us
Now bittersweet anecdotes.
This feels like theft.
I can’t picture someone as loving as you dying,
Robbed of your future and breath
In a dark hole silently lying.
You never fail to amaze or inspire
And that is your legacy,
I know you’d be proud of that.
People turn to dust but love doesn’t expire,
I will keep you in my memory
Because I can’t have you back.