PreachTeach: Blog by Erica

You are gone.

I am here.

You are fleeting

disappearing

distant.

You are constant

a memory

never changing.

You are a story to be told.

You are good.

You are strong.

The bad has been forgotten.

You are a symbol

of loyalty

of humility

of friendship.

You are present

in my dreams

in my quietest of spaces.

You are missed

mourned

an unescapable void.

You are honored

cheered

a legacy to emulate.

You are gone.

I am here.

I remember.

I mourn.

I celebrate.

I will love you

until I, too, am gone.

XO, Erica