Monday, September 12, 2005

17

you are there.

it's in the subtle ways.

the things we see, the sounds we hear. you.

gone are, all of the edges and lines

brought by your demise,

you remain.

an inspiration. a beacon.

so, be there. in the distance, but so clear.

and the next time i see

i will smile

and think of you.

always.