unfinished promises;

He wanted to live, not just to breathe, But to rise, to build, to make them believe. With fire in his chest and dreams in his eyes, He swore to the world he’d touch the skies. He wanted to be something, to stand tall, To answer every doubt, every silent call. He carried hope like a sacred flame, Dreaming of the day they’d know his name. But God had written a different page, Closed his chapter too early in age. Time fell quiet, the future froze, On dreams unfinished, doors unclosed. His promises linger, heavy and true, Echoing words he never got to do. Love stayed waiting, unaware, Left holding memories, empty air. He walked away when he still wanted to stay, Left life mid-sentence, mid-dream, mid-way. Yet in the hearts he left behind, He lives on—forever trying.