Jesse.
Jesse.
Jesse.

It's been two or three years but,
I'm sorry I didn't make it to your church. 
I hope you're still alive.
I hope your mother is doing well.
I hope you still have your faith in God.
I know He has tested you.
I know He has tested your faith.
I hope you're still spreading His word.
I can still see your image in my mind. I hope you stopped smoking those cigs.
But then again. We all need ways to cope, and we are all dying.
But,
Wherever you are right now in the world. Wherever you are in your life. 
I hope you are doing well.
I didn't know it then but, I could recognize your soul.
It seemed dragged out, tired, ordinary.
Like, the world hadn't been so kind but you were.
I hope you conquered your demons.
The fact you could open up to an absolute stranger,
so much different than you,
but you looked past that.
You realized that we are all just human, all searching for security and salvation
in the wrong places,
at the wrong times,
I can appreciate that. And I hope your vibe has been reciprocated.
I'm glad I never saw your vices. I'm glad that all I can remember you as is Jesse,
a beautiful wandering lonely soul.
And I hope you have love.
I hope your are still making impressions on strangers.
I hope they remember you. Like I do.