Goodbye my friend

I lost a friend to the world
I showed him a space and colour different to his, I showed him a country and place other than what he grew up with.
A place where love and peace get along. Something he knew nothing about.
I opened the door to a love that was called permanent.
A love that would never hurt or curse him.
One that would never turn him away based on the colour of his skin or texture of his hair.
I gave him a glimpse to a location where just as he was he was welcome.
A place where he didn't need to be alone and afraid anymore.
I brought him to a place called home.
A place where my father lived, a place where the family welcomed anyone who walked through the door.
Muddy shoes, sweat, luggage and all.
My dad loved him and doted on him from day one.
I was happy to see my friend laugh and smile.
I was so used to seeing him work hard and stress and didn't know the sound of his laughter was so beautiful until the day he came to my home,my world and space to meet my dad. I enjoyed seeing him happy.
I loved seeing him bond with my father, my father called him son.

Then one day darkness came to steal him and take him back.
It told him happiness was not for him and that the world of light he tried to live in was not for him. It misled him into believing what he saw in us was fake.
That is was an illusion and that life wasn't as loving. He believed.
He was told that he belonged in a place without faces,
one without touching and hugging. No compassion, friendship or affection.
The world of pain.
The darkness that came to get him would not leave until he came with.
I begged him to stay, he ignored me and followed the whisper of lies.
I told my dad to lock him in so he would not leave me.
My dad told me not to hold him back but to let him be.
Dad told me that he would come again one day.
And that all I need to do was pray daily that when he does come back one day,
he remembers which door to use.