Six Hours, Four Weeks

by Evelyn   Aug 8, 2008


You're gone for good
It's hard to believe
Here one second
Gone,
The next.

Don't want to leave you
But how can I see you!
Knowing what use to be.

It's all a lie!
It has to be.
A dream,
a disgusting joke!

I remember your last words.
The ones I last read.
You were happy and bright,
A radiant spark of life.

"Chicago is the place"
You wrote down in the message,
"rather be at school
then go on this trip."

I told you good-bye
But how could I realize,
T'was the night,
Last night to speak with you.

Tell you the truth,
I knew you only little.
Met you that summer.
Six hours,
Four weeks,
To little lime to talk.

By the end I grew closer,
But now it's too late.
I walk these halls in your memory
And from then on I wait.

{Dedicated To Bryn Galliher}

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