There is this gap in my heart

That I can not seem to fill.

I wish that I was there in his final moments-

When things were perfectly still.

Believe it or not 

We did not have a chance to say goodbye.

So when I heard of this reunion 

All I wanted to do was cry.

He lived his life

In a tangle of remorse,

Trying to figure out ways

He could help out people, of course.

Everyday was a new journey

Waiting to be uncovered.

And once gotten to the end...

It was only to be the truth to be discovered.

So, do not stop when you're tired,

Stop when you are done.

And live throughout the whole experience

To reflect the fact, that it was fun.

Reshad, my friend

Your image is all, but over

We have your stories to speak of

With your hand on our shoulder.