Arranged elegantly, decorated with babies breath
Is the face of a girl that joined the ranks of death
Every where, she wore a smile
To help a friend would walk a mile
She’d connect with how you feel,
Always down to keep it real
She’d give you her last meal
Before she let you starve

I knew her since I was about eleven,
Now she stands at the gates of Heaven
And I can only imagine the look on Gods face
When she stepped into His grace
Redefining “Angel face”
For those she left behind
In the wake of suicide
Always on our minds
Since came her time..

I am guilty of the sin of luck.
Serendipitously born into wholeness.
My head was filled with stars,
the sun placed in my hands.
And I never wanted more.
Who decreed me the fortunate one?
What stroke of fate, what hand of God?
I am grateful.
but why should I be whole
when so many others are broken?

Been a long time now.
Six grade in fact.
Been along time now since anyone has had my back like you do.
I know I can count on you

Bro we've been through it all.
Bad and good.
When I needed someone you stood by me when no one else would.

As the years pass I realize now.
This is true.
I am truly lucky to have a friend like you.

As grown adults now.
Nothing has changed except age.
Friends like you are unlike any other.
You're more than a friend.
You're my brother
I love you man.