“Family”

We were not blood related But you accepted me as your own I was like a fourth child to you You were my chosen family  Until you said Jesus could fix me Until your mom called  Saying we couldn’t talk We were so close But I guess it meant nothing You tore me apart After pulling me together Your what kept me going  When I had nothing left  I remember wanting to Text you ‘good morning’  Then the pain of remembering  I can’t  Nothing hurt worse  Then needing your comfort  But realizing  I’m not allowed to It worse than when my knee gave out Then having to walk down stairs At least I had you for that