I knew him, not too long ago, I knew him.
The fixture of his hair, the navy striped suit
that sat against his bed that went by never worn,
though his eyes, they lit a fire like a firefly
that only ever seemed to get brighter before
a backdrop of the dark starry night.
I knew him, not too long ago, I knew him.
The smile from cheek to cheek that was present
yet missing behind closed curtains, as though
it took a catalyst of childish laughters to bring
about that stretching of muscles.

I knew him once, not too long ago,
when I was much younger.
I revisit him from time to time
and as time have progressed his
tired face faded yet left in his place
a tiny stone that read:
"here lies a father, a brother"
but my eyes, they scramble the words
and all I could ever see will be

"Here lies my father. Someone I-
wish I had known better".