Death isn't Forever, it's Goodbye

His face is pinched with knowledge and age,
Taking in the world to write another page.
And I miss him, even though he sits before me,
Look closely, now, and maybe you’ll see.
That is not a man, but a diseased little shell,
His mind now is his own personal hell.
And though he stares back he doesn’t understand,
And though he is there he is no longer a man.
And those blue eyes, they are the worst,
Because they tell me of a man so kind who is now cursed.
His health is handicapped by what makes it ill,
It is a thing of pure evil and a very cruel will.
But the thing to remember is that it’s not really him,
You may have the stone but never the gem.
It’s hard to come to terms with, but he’s already dead,
Killed by the monsters that hide in his head.
And though it hurts, try not to cry,
For you can scream all you want but you’ll never know why.
Good things happen to those who are unkind,
And bad things happen to those who shined.
And though he shined he’s no longer a star,
He has made it this long but it was just too far.
And I am not sorry for wishing him peace,
That’s what he needs, to say the least.
And I wish he finds it with all of my heart,
No matter how deep inside it tears me apart.
For it’s hard to give up somebody you hold dear,
And though you care you can’t help but fear.
I know that I’m crying but it’s good for the soul,
I think it’s time that I finally let go.
Still holding his hand, I whisper, 'I love you.'
I still hold his hand though there’s nothing I can do.
He finally found peace in that place in the sky,
'Death isn’t forever, it is only goodbye.'