unanswered -

“Thin, I think, that fabric between realities. Maybe minds aren't lost. Maybe they just slip through and find a different place to wander.” - C.J. Tudor ~ oh, I shan't yet, my dear father, find disease has robbed him of his mind he works hard, grasping from the air some careful tasks that are not there most life, his world was quite exact no straining id - no questioned tact integrity worth cheers and boasts Vs though now he sits engaging ghosts he walked a road that’s naught but true and strived for all things great men do his loved ones’ welfares - always first providing needs through best and worst his partner, church, his town and friends placed ‘fore himself, what he’d defend through his devotion, work and fun of enemies - I’ve known NOT ONE. it's odd that I can I count it strange but not once did he find that range to laud a thing that gave me pride (or boost the dreams I kept inside) I strained thru life to reach this man some common ground to understand but while I’d begged to be his friend too great our difference, in the end I'll not e’er know this man, you see though none I love quite dear as he but as our bond, at best, was rough he’d taught me love by being tough so now his wit and poise have flown the grandest man I’ve never known no grace is left him, this goodbye no answers, mine, the question … why?!? ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 2, July 2019 - Melancholy" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.