9

When you think of 9

What comes to mind?

Just a number?

Or is it a meaning.

For me, there is a meaning.

9 years,

9 whole years.

You've been gone

Way to long.

You should still,

Be here.

Not there but here.

Nice boy,

Intense smile.

Caring soul,

Kindest as can be.

His name?

It is spelled within,

Starting from nice,

Ending with kindest.

Do you see what I see?

Love you,

And miss you.

On this 9 year anniversary,

We celebrate you!

Wishing you were still here.

We love you.

This poem is dedicated to this man. My best friend my brother Nicholas. Or for short Nick, or what he had is ladies call him angel.

He truly is an Angel 👼 missing him every single day.

Fly high Angel!

8-16-1993/2-25-2015

Gone but never forgotten