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I don't understand you
I never did.
You are an incomprehensible, alien creature
Attractive in your unpredictability
Devastating in your detachment
Locked away from me in a strange, unfeeling world.
You don't need friends
You don't need me
And soon, I hope, I won't need you either.
I don't understand you
I never did.
I mean, honestly.
He says fucknuggets around me.
Who says fucknuggets around a girl
if she isn't just one of the guys?
and shitfudge.
That's a new one.
I don't think he even knows
how I feel about him
and he couldn't.
I can't find the courage to tell him
but I'm such a hypocrite.
I once told him
"feelings are like puke, better out than in"
but just this once,
I think I'll hold back.
Early this morning,
the chariot swung low
for Thomas,
before the sun rose.
It was time for
my good friend to pass,
but still too soon.
Nobody knows,
can truly understand
the reasoning,
the ways
of the sacred.

And he left us
with a  wonderful legacy,
touched our hearts
with his humor,
gave us a great example
with his quiet,
confident,
good-natured demeanor.

Yet sadly, he
will not give up
his beautiful daughter's
hand in marriage nor
see his son graduate
the Naval Academy.

Lord willing,
we
might just
see those things
and remember him even more.

Rest in peace my good friend Thomas.
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