Remembering You

I look at the tent of the man I used to know.
A mere shell of what held your soul.
I find myself whispering the same question as everyone,"Why did you have to go?"
What was  Satan's goal,
By taking you away from us?
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The pictures make us remember,
Some only back to December.
Some people not knowing you long.
That didn't mean they were wrong,
For calling you friend.
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You impacted people's lives.
Men and their children, their wives,
Mourning over the loss of a great man.
A man who never ran,
From love.
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You held your children close,
Of them you'd boast.
You were loyal to your friends,
And could always find a way to mend,
A problem or fight.
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You left a hole in my heart,
Like someone shot it with a big 'ole dart.
Some day I hope to see you again,
Old friend.
So wait for me,
And it will no longer be you OR me,
But WE.