The Essence of Eric

Eric called, said he wanted to talk
I was at work couldn't get there til after 6pm

at 4:48 a indescribable sensation went through my body
I told my boss I had to go

I got to Eric's
the door was locked

I went thru a window
I called his name

nothing
I looked around

I found Eric in his room
he was laying in his bed

Eric was gone
Eric was dead

I looked at him
eyes still open

I couldn't take my eyes off of Eric
I grabbed his hand and held it

I kissed it
Eric wasn't there

he had left his body
he looked different

hollow
his essence gone

no longer in the vessel of his body
his eyes were empty

devoid of life
nothing

like a wax figure
he looks the same

yet the difference
Eric's soul was gone

traveling through space and time
out there somewhere

holding his cold hand
I couldn't weep

I sat with him
quietly

I felt the departure
I looked into his dead eyes

I saw the once animated, now empty vessel
I saw the difference

Eric
the reason I believe in something more

Eric the reason I write
Eric the reason I found meaning in life