I Miss You Poem by Ericka Johnson

It happened on a Monday. For reasons unknown, someone took your life away.

I heard about it two days later, but wasn't sure if it was you. Couldn't breathe just thinking about what life would be if this is true. I called your cell phone and your Mom, but couldn't get through. Refused to admit or even say it, but I think deep down I knew...

When I finally reached your mom, I asked 'How's Brian? Is he ok? ' She told the news through a breakdown, so I found out that way. I just remember screaming and not knowing what to say. Cursing life and God and murderers and kneeling down to pray.

She told me that she thought of me, wanted to reach me, but didn't know how. I keep thinking about the past and the only thought is wow. We got ourselves in and out of so much stuff and to this day I don't know how. If only I could go back to then and apply what I know now.

It couldn't have been your time, you were supposed to stay. Your 21st celebration was just around the way. Soon we were going to party, it was 4 months to the day.Every time I think about it I feel that weak dismay.

You were always in my thoughts and always on my mind. I knew a friend like you is one of a kind. they don't come along too often and aren't easy to find. You are the one thing from my past, I can't seem to leave behind.



R.I.P. Brian Hodges August 24,1985 - April 24,2006