At The Tomb Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

As a friend,
He was more than just one
He was so into me
That I never get to see me,
But him each time I confront
The mirror to see me.

One could call him my brother
One could call him my friend
Some did call him my twin
All of these suits this laid being.

If I could, I'd wake him.
To the flashes of our childhood memories
To the tales of our times in class
At home with the gamepads
Our gists on chicks and their specs
As we sip our varying drinks
From the seats of various bars.

It is sad to watch him fade
With the dusts of life
Tied by saints from sole to fore
Ferried to a cave
With my hands being caged behind

With a mouth so tamed
To say nothing, but Bye
To a friend
Who was more than just one
A treasure for a lifetime
One which riches can't buy.

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.