Come Play

I look up and I see them. Waving.
Come play. It is so nice here. We are having so much fun. You know you want to. You know you need to.
I watch them carefully and two weeks later I decide to leave. I know where I'm going, and it is better. You will know if you ever come over here.
These two weeks have been enlightening. I know that you're there for me during this hard time and difficult decision. In a way, you make the decision for me. With the help of God. He, of course, knows what is best.
I've been looking up at them for a while now, but I leave you with no regrets. Stories have to change, or there is no point. But stories never end.
I saw them and heard them calling me, so I left. I miss you. I see my mother toss a rose onto the headstone. I see you watching my body as they carry me away and I see you crying, but stories change.
It is good here, and I can't wait to see you.
When you're ready, Come Play.

For Jordan, Jason, and Ricky

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