R.I.P.

Kneeling on my knees,
At your tombstone where memories haunt me of the great times we had.
Black Roses and livid bright lavender in bouquets; the only form of life around me in this dark lifeless cemetery.

What once was your presence in my heart is now nothing more than an aching pain. My lips quiver as tear drops fall down my face one by one like it has been for many days.

No light near, nothing but a full moon.
My soul has crashed into a wall;
I've fallen off a cliff, from which I may fall.
Cool breezes blows as tree branches sway, it's almost like I can still hear your voice.
Like I can hear you whispering "Everything is going to be okay."

My dear friend im lost.
I squeeze my eyes shut and talk to your grave, "I wish you were here, I wish you could have stayed. I'm sorry I didn't take the chance that I had too see you when I could, and now you are dead."

I Feel a slight breeze;
light begins to fade,
I see a shadow which seems to be floating above me in my dismay.
"Jorge is that you?"
I Ask in a haze,
the mist touched me which brought a smile to my face. I had a flash of the last time I saw you, you were so happy. the spirit whispered
"I never told you morn over my death I told everyone before I had left that if anything shall happen to me, to not cry and to remember to yourselves everything was going to be alright."
To my surprise I was standing up crying,
yelling into the darkness "I'm not okay, you were the only one who I could really talk to. You were the only one I could trust!"
"Please just please wipe those tears away. I want you to be happy not grieve my death day by day."
I Felt a cool breeze yet again it gave me shivers, goose bumps-
I ran.
"I Miss you jorge " I said as I walked through the tall cemetery gates. I then realized everything was going to be okay.

R.I.P. Jorge A.