gone

it's not a shootout it's not a fight it's not a rape or a stabbing someone thought was out of sight that momentous night it was robbery it was a death of a childhood friend the way he dropped to his knees and laid flat on his back he took his last breath as his body was laid breathless his skin complexion went from light skin to pale so white, a ghost would fly away from his shadow life and death as his carcass turned from warm to cold cold as ice as everyone else cried in sympathy no longer hearing a sound sensed the tears of despair running down friend's faces took one last look and next thing you know it looked like scene from csi the look on his face is priceless like a mastercard commercial one of the worse death i ever saw all because his goons wanted to rob an old man for his Rolex and he said no instantly, he was shot head 1st but it seemed like yesterday when we use to hang right in front of the stoops since you been gone alot has happen other cats we grew up with turned into the life of crime as their last resort had all the talent to play a sport it became wasted me, i made it through i survive the harch realities one day at a time the sight of your memory paralyzes my heart because you are gone i remember when you were here the calmness and coolness of how we wanted to see beyond our surroundings since you left people lost all control of themselves of one's lives not mine-you would proud of me my brother a lot has really changed now that you are gone