In Loving Memory

A tingling I just can't place

I'm restless and ill at ease

I try to forget

To pretend it's not true

But my heart doesn't like that of me.

Dear, dear friend

There's so much more of you

I wish I could know

Time came for you to go

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

Nor how much I love you.

Now when I think of our visits

All we shared together

I remind myself 

That although my heart is aching

You are filled with joy

Looking down at me reassuringly 

You haven't left, after all.

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written 2012