He passed away before we could be friends

A poem for Melvin

Last week I met Melvin.

Last Saturday, I served him food.

Last night, I got a text that he was excited to hang out again.

This morning, I got a text that he was gone.

I called his phone. No service.

I wanted to be sure.

He is gone. Gone to be with Jesus.

I wrote this poem about bread in Heaven and I hope I get to share it with him one day.

Lord have mercy.