The Boy Up In Heaven

A Story by PoetryPenPal

A very deep short story for me. I hope you can understand my deep emotions with this topic.

He was suppose to be mine. But he got lost along the way. He took a different path. I could've held him high and called him king, held him close and called him brother. I could've held him close, taken care of him. I could've tickled him until he cried with beautiful laughter. He could've filled me with joy, been there for me. He could've been mine, but God had another plan. He could've cried my name, needed me, relied on me. He could've hugged and squeezed me. He could've loved me, but he took a different path. I think about him every day. Dream about him every night. I keep him close. I call him brother. I cry with joy because he is mine, or was mine. Still is mine but stands with God, and relies on God, and hugs God. But he still loves me.