We were in the same city when you died.
I didn't know until hours after arriving home
when I saw the pictures,
I didn't understand.
Wade, I thought it was your birthday.
Forgive me for not crying for you
I, unlike lightning have lost my ability to connect myself
to the ground,
This poem was written as a way for me to get money
to go to a college that you never got the chance to attend
in the city where you died.
I promise you that I will make something of myself
that I will use music
and help teach people to grieve and move on
Because you taught me this.
There is always a way to move on
and even though both you and our community took a hit,
we are surviving.
I am surviving.