I don't get it.

You were pretty damn close to being a God.
You were pure,
You were thoughtful,
You were funny
And you were cool,
You only spoke the truth
And you never told a lie
I'm at a loss for words
And can't wrap my head around the why...
You used to drive my car,
drunk and recklessly,
But you were a kind of warm safety.

Another fucking good person gone.
I don't want to keep living in a world that becomes more empty with another passing of special people.
It feels like just yesterday I saw you at the gas station with an unlit cigarette dangling from your lips, (something you haven't seemed to outgrow) driving by slowly and waving at me.
I'm confused as to why you left this earth.
The sun doesn't burn as bright,
And neither do the stars,
The clouds move a little slower,
And time almost feels still
I'm wondering if thats because you aren't around.
Why you?
I just don't get it.
I will check in on your dad from time to time,
I cannot even imagine how empty this world is going to be for him, now that you are gone.
That home, of his-
won't feel like a home, anymore.
You will surely be missed, little MasonJar

© Silky Sylph