Our homes were mutual, as blood brothers,
Despite not having spoken to one another,
For over fourteen years. Destiny ties a lace,
Between the children of a growing race.
Always sickly, as a child in the academy,
A black sheep, our brother, our friend.
You left early, to spark a journey.
When we reunited over them moon.
Playing foundations, to lay down the grooves.
Pragmatic idealist, always carrying gifts,
Whose actions nobody could ever comprehend,
A trust, a lack of concern, that lasts for days.
Degrees could not measure your mentality.
Listening to books as you drove.
I remember our first conversation.
You gave me a reminder, a life lesson:
A forgotten gesture of kindness,
A treasury of forgotten memories.
Imagined by our innocence.
God, that art in Heaven,
Did you not sacrifice your son?