Ares is a raw, honest poem about losing someone close. The speaker remembers the afternoon they learned of the death and says their own heart seemed to stop along with the friend's. The tears and the struggle to breathe make the grief feel physical, not just sad.
The speaker tries to be reasonable. They say it was no one's fault and that the friend wouldn't want anyone to be sad. But that comfort doesn't last. Picturing the ordinary places they'll never meet again, like the sidewalk or school, makes the heartbreak return. The wish that it's all a bad dream is easy to understand.
The mood is tender and unpolished, which fits the subject. The speaker wants one more hug, a compliment, a simple "how was your day?" The ending, "I hope you're doing well homie," is casual and affectionate, as if still talking to a friend. The date, June 5th, 2017, appears twice, as if it can't be forgotten.