6-23-14

ON the morning of June 23, 2014, I woke up, having slept in for a couple of hours. I cannot remember if I went right into my morning meditation or stalled for a bit, but I do recall my phone being on silent. Eventually, I checked my phone, noticing that there were a handful of missed calls - more than what seemed "normal." Then I noticed text messages, Facebook notifications, all wondering where I was, if I was alive and okay...say what? I then noticed a link attached to one of the messages. It turned out that a Donnell Smith had been shot and killed at a house party in Brownsville, BK, the night before. That shook me to the marrow. What are the odds? I had been living in Bushwick then, which was close enough to home, but the fact that the guy had the same name took me somewhere, mentally. I did a check-in on my life, and wrote this:

It Could Have Been Me
6-23-14

It could have been me
Showered by metal rain
Poured from clouds of rage
Anger, jealousy, envy
Or sheer miscommunication
of the underaged
Could have been me
Laid, bathed
In the blood
of my own flesh
I was lucky, I guess
Or warned
Better cherish life today
For tomorrow
other plans may be underway
It could have been me
Departed without reason
Gone for endless seasons
Words unsaid
Sentiments in my head
As I lie in bed
I was sleep, but I woke up
This time
Hold me now
I don't want to go
Not knowing if you know
What you mean to me
How your Love affects me
How my Love yearns for you
Until they take me away
I am here.
And I'll tell you every day
Deeply, passionately so
I need you to know
I love you, I Love you

("Prayer" from Jprwpics, on flickr.com)

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