Shadow of Myself

I am me,

or at least a shadow of who he was.

Now that who he was is gone,

so I am who he is because,

who he was, was kind.

and who he was loved all,

and who he was, was better,

and I came after he had his fall.

I strive to be him again,

but fall short as I am weaker.

I strive to be as great as he was,

but am left an empty seeker.

Who he is is me, who he was is dead.

He died under the stress of who he was,

crying in his bed.