On a Plane Going Somewhere

This is a prompt my best friend gave me. To write a poem as if he was dead. As if I was speaking at his funeral. It is, by far, the hardest thing I've ever written.

The earth was blessed 

with a beautiful mind.

A mind leaving behind 

words of indescribable meaning.

A mind which would 

take centuries to understand.

A mind of which 

I couldn't help but love.

This man gave me strength.

Gave me tough love

when it was needed most.

Showed me how to 

trust my heart.

Showed me light in 

my darkest of days.

The stars gained a 

brighter soul to look 

over this unbalanced world.

He lies in front of us, 

pen in hand, 

headphones in,

hoodie on his back with 

vans on his feet 

as if it was a regular day.

Believers never die,

they live on within 

the souls of every 

life they've touched.

To wish for one more hug. 

A simple smile that could

turn a Phoenix into

a pile of ash.

Let his life not be a waste.

Live on through his words;

"We're rebels against sleep 

and our beds our caskets."

Live with every breath.

Give with every heart.

Breathe into every minute

as if its your last.

You'll have time to 

sleep once you're 

lowered into the ground.

To live without a brilliant 

mind will be troubling 

and dark, but I'll let the 

sun kiss my cheek 

and tell me it's alright.

You will never be alone, 

he'll be by your side.

As its time to say goodbye, 

it'll never be forever.

Just until our eyes 

glance once more together.

Until we're able to 

make our ending 

soundtracks and spin 

records off our fingertips.

It's never the end 

until the credits roll.

Let the doves capture 

his soul and fly to the skies.

He's where the big 

stars never die.

He's somewhere beyond

imagination.

Somewhere to heal our

broken dreams.

He's somewhere he can

continue to touch our

souls and push us towards

a more beautiful life.