• As I gaze up at the southern moon,
    I wonder if I can rid my self of this memory.
    It hurts.
    As I look onward to the future I still remember.
    I cry every night.
    But tonight I didn't cry.
    I wonder why?
    I guess I can really forget.
    I loved him so much, that I still can't believe he is gone.
    But...............I guess I can forget.