Flight

Dreams
are meant to be fulfilled,
and dreams
are meant to be shard.

That's what he thought.
That's what he
always wanted.

He was so full of life.
His soul was free,
but his body
was weighted
with illness.

His heart grew heavy
with each passing day,
but he never gave up,
and he never lost sight
of his dreams.

I respected him for that.
I respected him
for who he was,
and I was grateful f
or the time
that we did have.

And every time
I think of him,
I will smile
because I know
that he
would have
wanted it that way.