These times, these times indeed
Each moment a rare mixture
Of colliding chance, fate, destiny
I found my best friend dead in a field
A door closes
I wake up in the arms of indescribable love
A door opens
I suppose there are no doors, really
Everything flows together
In a massively confusing, yet flawless way
I’m not sure why he died
I’d like to believe it was a great bolt of lightning
When death struck
My delayed roar shook the very
Earth I know
Who is this man?
Yes, my fear of loss dwindles
And we learn to appreciate
Moments, memories, and now
It would be a sad shame
If I could not explore this world
With him
But it was a shame my Shadow
Was taken away
To have explored anything, anywhere
With true love
Is to have lived and
Life is not life unless it is shared
No matter how much I cry why I’m alone
And now I know everything has its time
The answers slowly unfold
Reveal only the surface
Of this silent universe
What a beautiful bittersweet time
No one can ever replace the
Sweet soul with whom I’ve shared
My life
But in finding this powerful
Gravity-defying, earth shattering
Man
I’ve realized if you’re open
Compassionate, understanding
If you love yourself
Believe our souls ability
To breach supposed walls
Then you find comfort in
Loving ghosts
And that a physical loss
Is merely a heart’s gain
And that love, this earth,
Life itself
Makes no sense
And that’s okay.
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