A heavy heart to someone,
I used to really love.
No longer can join us,
I wish we still could
To embrace one last time,
To see that warm smile,
To hear them talk again,
A treasure, to all.
And yet they leave without a good-bye,
Or even a hint,
That they're leaving us behind,
Gone, forever.
Yet they live on in our minds,
For they have touched our hearts.
Can't really say they left,
Their memories, within us.
But either way, they still have left,
Saying their final good-byes...
Nov. 12, 2008
-requested poem-
I used to really love.
No longer can join us,
I wish we still could
To embrace one last time,
To see that warm smile,
To hear them talk again,
A treasure, to all.
And yet they leave without a good-bye,
Or even a hint,
That they're leaving us behind,
Gone, forever.
Yet they live on in our minds,
For they have touched our hearts.
Can't really say they left,
Their memories, within us.
But either way, they still have left,
Saying their final good-byes...
Nov. 12, 2008
-requested poem-
