Is my was

This is why I have been MIA here for a couple months.

Someone who was my is

Is now my was

A skeleton held by skin and machines

No spirit inside

I said goodbye a while ago

Yesterday I said goodbye to his bones

He was a spirited person

He is now at peace

No more misery

Death descended to his hospital room cloaked in white

Oddly, most people picture him black

Looked at the pale man who called him

His breath taken

His tears drying

His expression numbing

A flat line

He went 

Someone who was my is

Is now my was

But always my forever