The day my father went away.

It's like my life flashed before my eyes, seeing him go just like that.

It happened so fast yet there was a certain patience about that day.

I don't know if it was God's way of showing me what death looked like or if it was me,

Reliving every moment we once had.

My father had died, my King had fallen and I watched it happen day by day.

 

All these years anticipating this day but never knowing that its arrival would be unprepared in my expression.

His feet was cold, they were blue as the coldness of this world was exposed more to his body as his soul was taking flight to the light,

Which was to dim for me to see but bright enough for him.

 

I watched death travel his body and he laid their starring as his kingdom, the love of my mother and sister, surrounding him, me watching as my father goes to a world I have know location of, know reference of and know postal code to send my letters to.

 

Just the Postman of prayer becomes my friend, for today God took one of his sons away and I holding but a speck of dust of his life in my soul, 

Yet I stay and watch on, trying to absorb this in my veins.

 

For it's life I have to live now...

 

Without you..

 

Gone.

 

Dane'l Kyle