The Last Time

When last I saw you standing there,
strong, unassuming, a family man;
your darkness whispered in my ear:
told me where it would take you;
and where it would leave you.

Cool, like a wave washing over me,
pure and unashamed, your soul spoke;
playing scenarios of what was to be:
told me where it would take you;
and where it would leave you.

It's now so difficult to comprehend,
brave, unafraid, like a direct link;
to how a life would come to an end.
Your soul spoke to mine that day,
and told me death was on it's way.