the first time it happens
its a wound you don't let heal
it festers and poisons
your visions for life are blinded
and anyone who sees your face
can read your pain
the second time
it's much more real
you watch life wither slowly halting to an end
you pretend it ain't happening but
that's because you see it coming
and you don't know how to deal
but this this third time
i just feel guilty
because i stayed away
and let all the love offered
radiate without me
i stay strong cause i have to
i see you soaring and i know
you wouldn't want to see me wallow
rest in peace to my father, grandfather, and pop-pop, aka, my daddy's daddy, respectively.