Series of poems: One Year Later pt 4

Paige

There is a funk in the air

I can sense it's this time again as of last year

It's been a year since my nephew's departure

Since I've heard his voice or his lecture

How can it be

It feels nothing of the same to me

Every one's in their own little world

Afraid of that planking board

One things for sure

We will never be the same again as before

His death took a toll on our souls

On who we call friend and who are really fouls

Just as that elder

Who took him from us for the 'better'

I wish I could've got my hands on him

But I also wish this wasn't as it did appear

I know he can't come back

But deep down, I wish things could be on track

But never again

Because I will never call someone I don't know 'friend'

I love you my nephew

I just wanted what was best for you

Though I will never recover

I will find you once again as Wyatt's brother

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