All I ever wanted to do

was remove the sadness

clouding your soul;

a constant barrage of dark emotion;

rising off you like mist

shrouding a graveyard

in the dead of night.

I tried so hard to tell

you to get help: but my

words fell on deaf ears,

my actions unseen by

your glazed over eyes.

I uttered the words "I love you"

a thousand times a day.

I gave you hugs,

as you crushed me

to your lumbering frame.

Even when your body was

sheathed in a layer of sweat,

you wore like armor,

I still embraced you.

I would give up my last breath,

just to have you back.

I would confess any and all sins

in the hope that would leave an impact,

influence God's omnipotence to resurrect

you back into flesh and blood

and restore you to solid form.

Alas, you exist not only in

the realm of my dreams,

but in the cosmos,

in everything.

And for that,

for your presence

steadying my every movement,

I will be forever thankful:

until Kingdom comes.

That although you're gone,

your spirit walks beside me

every moment of my life

and guides me into the light.