Supposed To Be Gone
Sometimes I hear your voice and it’s as if you are right there next to me. I turn to see your face, but you are not there. And I scare myself because that familiar tone and texture of your voice could only have come from my own mind. You’ve been gone for so long. To a place none of us on this Earth are allowed to find. I wonder if you think of me, wherever you are, too. I hope that maybe when it’s all said and done, I’ll still remember you. I think that I pray for these things now more than ever because I am a dad. I beg God to not let my own son miss out on the things that I never had.
And if death comes for me before I can say goodbye. Please remember, my son, that I only lived this long to forever be by your side.
—CYRUS PAVEL










