Of segues and homegoings

Sitting here crying
wondering
what to do.
Prose for you
so that the grief
does not suffocate.
When I received the word, that my brother had left this place.

One of the noblest souls of the Chi
that I have known –
has absconded to grace
those segues
to God’s face
as I cry
in enclosed spaces
spewing hatred towards
the fates –

paths winding since
childhood that which
was understood
need not be spoken
we talked of
grand tidings,
enterprising searches
smoting defeat
while dispatching
of challenges –

but the finality
of this…
too much to
bear –

as I stare into space
amid a tear stained
face
smoldering, knowing
implicitly that –
I must soldier on

Love for you Stu
my dear brother
from another –

no cheer in my pen
as I gather words –
but until we meet
again.

Like we used
to say when
we were kids…

Yammobethere!

To the old dudes
with the gray beards –
and soon
those old dudes became us –
now you being gone
another cruel reminder
on the path,
but knowing
that our adventures
will continue
at a later date in ethereal places

from my lips
to God’s ears.

Words converted from
grief in honor of
my brother.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes