My Uncle Is Gone

He was the life of many others,

Until one day he was called to rest,

I was talking to my mom when the phone rang,

It was my Aunt.

All I heard was “Martine is gone”.

Those words hit me like a bullet,

They ran through my head time and time again

“Martine is Gone” “Martine Is Gone”.

Then I thought to myself,

My Uncle Is Gone.