Your embrace was not familiar, <br />yet I comfort you in my arms, <br />as I am gazing at your picture, <br />I still feel the magic of your charm. <br /> <br />Desperately searching in pools of chocolate, <br />puddles of brown I will call your eyes. <br />I am swimming in your sockets, trying to peak into their depths, <br />getting weary of looking for the answers, all the ones you only kept. <br /> <br />I am sinking in your senses embracing the world <br />through your sad loving eyes. <br />My eyes are viewing the pain you felt, <br />things that hurt you so much inside… <br /> <br />I don't know what I am seeing, <br />Still I know you loved and felt so much. <br />I am wishing I could find the answers, <br />and the reasons why you chose to die. <br /> <br />You kicked the chair right over, <br />and you fell into mid air... <br />OH MY GOD—I wish you saved him from himself, <br />dear Lord…oh Lord we cared. <br /> <br />Michael if you seen the church today, <br />from the chapel in the sky, <br />Oh God, my friend, if you had known the torment we would feel inside, only standing room left, as we paid tribute to your life... <br /> <br />My heart has grown wearier, since I said our last goodbye. <br />You were so young in age, yet your wisdom well beyond your years, gave you insight maybe you didn't want, <br />knowing your nights were filled with tears. <br /> <br />I am looking at your picture, staring directly in your eyes, <br />I see the pain and innocence, and run my fingers through your afro... <br />I close my eyes, and sigh, oh it hurts me so, <br />that you felt you had to say goodbye. <br /> <br /> <br />(In memory of a very special sweet young man with the kindest of hearts and one of the most handsome of faces./Michael Stephen Simon June 29,87-April,21,05/Written on May 1 2005.)<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-gone-too-soon/
