I guess this is the end,
I pray to God that there is more.
This story barely started,
and now tears trickle to the floor.
You told me not to cry for you,
but darling, it's who I am.
So please, forgive me in that respect,
I'm doing the best I can.
Why does this have to be it?
I thought this was a poem I'd never write...
If I could hug you, babe, I would..
You'll never be out of mind, just out of sight.
I pray for you soft journeys,
that you always get what you need.
I pray that you remember your God
and that His word you heed.
Monique, I'm sorry that this is goodbye.
Just know that you can always come home to me.
Darling, I miss you too much already.
I wish that you could see...
**I don't know what to say, Monique. I just...I miss you already. I'm sorry that I can't let go like you want me to. Come home. Please.**
