To Emmanuel 'Mclean' James
I still sit upon the window looking on
Into nothingness and void all forlorn
I can't begin to even try to believe
That i won't ever hear you sing or jive
Everything that shone with your exquisite care
With you gone they seemed rusty and bare
Sometimes it feels like you never left
And I call out to hear my own heart cleft
Like Itachi I'm stuck at a crossroads wondering where
To go to the right where nothing's there
Or is it left where nothing's right
I wish you could scold me once again
And tell me not to talk so plain
I wish I could see you again
Your buddy here Ole Mclean
I mean I can't explain how good he was
Not perfect of course he had his flaws
Funniest part he didn't hide any of them
He argued after all he was from the system
He made me laugh and made me cry
With terrible jokes but many a pie
He was illiterate but made sure I read
At least three pages as I got up from bed
he always said I regret nothing
I've lived my life and seen my coffin
When no one else could take my side
He was for me my Nemean hide
He always said I believe in your dreams
Together we'll watch it flow like streams
I'd give anything to see you again
Your buddy here Ole Mclean
Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023
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