Whole gov’t cause I know you gonna see it. lol. I miss you. That’s all I wanted to say. I prolly could have messaged you, but I figured this was a way for my loud mouthness to shine through on tumblr. [puts on the biggest lil sister smile possible]

Because they’re too great to be dropping like flies. While he was alive, he LIVED and made everyone know just how alive he was. Even in death, he remains alive to us all. My heart goes out to those who knew him personally because I’m certain that he was infinitely great to them if he meant something to those of us who did not. That was the impact he made. His prime would have been something amazing to feel.

Yesterday afternoon, I found out that a Morgan Man had passed in the wee hours of the morning. I only caught the tail-end of his memorial program on campus, but I can only imagine how his movement from our world swayed the emotional balance of my entire campus.

He was Mr. Freshman during our first year and then Mr. Morgan our senior year. You could not have possibly been present on campus from 2006-2011 without knowing of him and his positive IMPACT. I’d never even seen him frown in public.

Rest. Brother of color, education, and greatness. Peace.

For Michael Haizlip II, a dear friend.

And to think I never thought to use the number,

idly sitting in my phone,

waiting for me to realizethat you’d soon be gone.

But I never did see that your soul was calling mine,

screaming for us to speak…but I was busy living.

Shame on my life, because yours is no longer here.

I can only hope to keep bits of you,

pieces of poetry that we made with memories. 

Your soul screamed “what if, what if!”

And I lifted my nose to the sky and laughed, “what if?”

…never realizing that it was my chance to live,

mind entwined with yours

to create something above our natures.

But I never caught on.

I never caught on.

So you left me here to die this earthly death,

trapped by the words we exchanged so briefly.

p.s. I’m losing my mind Mike. I just spoke to you a few hours ago. I would upload the photo with me in that suit you laughed at since we were 14; but for some reason, I haven’t a clue where any of them are. Besides, I know you can see it anyway. My love and respect for you and us and all the “what ifs” is loud and clear. I am so sorry that I was too blind to see it all. Your dear friendship, though distant at times from stupid cricumstances that neither of us felt urgent enough to overcome, will never lose its place in my heart or my soul.