Were you lonely
On the day you died?
Did you feel it coming?
Did you try & hide?
Were you ready?
Plans in place.
Ready to ascend
Beyond outer space?
I don't know
What the religious believe.
Seems the only purpose
is allowing room to grieve.
I've never bought in
to Hell, Heaven, or God.
I believe in people.
Needing more feels odd.
I was going to say,
"I hope it's true.
Hope you were right,
And this wasn't it for you."
But I don't hope that.
Hope's not my bag.
I'm fucked up that you're gone
And you're never coming back.
That I'll never hear your laugh;
gravely, wild, and kind.
And never get another one-on-one
Where I peek inside your mind.
There's no hope left for you.
That time is fucking passed.
No purpose in pounding fists,
Or telling life to kiss my ass.
Beliefs mean nothing
Staring into reality's cold face,
When the truth is
None of us are long for this place.
But you?
You left too soon.
I'll never forget you.
And have no clue what to fucking do.
Without You.
Love Always,
@HaleyBCU
-11:22 AM, 11/20/2022
