The nights were dark
But so were the days...
Our personalities
Could not starkly contrast...
When you were wrong and admit it… no one thinks...
When you were maybe hoping to turn it around…but...
This marks another Christmas
Without you, mi Abuelita...
Before I would say
"How can I truly be happy...
The shades of colors hidden with in the eyes.
A dreaming brush that sits and awaits the image...
You used to be my friend.
You used to be my go to guy...
Don't engage
Walk away...
Waking up to the sweet sensations
of buttered Belgian waffles...
I still remember
the silken strands of sunlight...
I called my mother last night
And she was not feeling well...
A friend like you is hard to find, the one that...