In Memories of You

In memories of you do I stand (till the end).
In memories of you do I listen (like a friend).
In memories of you do I continue (going on)
In memories of you do I think of you (till dawn.)
In memories of you do I keep this trend on
In memories of you do I stand strong
In memories of you do I hope for the better.
In memories of you do I write this letter:

January 1, 2007
My Precious Friend,

A year has passed so quickly,

And most things have stayed the same.

Except the time we quarreled�

And I take all of the blame.

It's been a year since we last spoke,

And memories resurfaced with my guilty yoke.

I've always regretted the fight we had,

But I was too frightened (in case you were still mad).

I want to tell you that you were the reason I grew up;

You were the reason I think before I speak,

The reason I am writing this letter,

The reason my eyes continue to leak.

I'm sorry I didn't contact you before;

That's why we should never still hate

And walk away, ignorant of our fate.

Even though you will never read this--

even though you're eyes have shut--

I wonder still if you'd ever forgive me;

The worst friend a person could have.

I wished we had talked once before it took you away.

Now, there is no use in what I say.

Weeping will not help (though it lessens the pain),

Yet I can't seem to stop the gray of this rain.

I miss you so. I miss your smile.

I miss your warmth. I wanted you to live a while.

But God took you (as he takes all),

And this is when I feel so small.

I wished many times that I had died with you,

So then together we could die, best friends true.

I don't know why I'm writing this--

Maybe this is the only way to make you live.

But there's this last phrase that I want to give.

You were my Best Friend, and I loved you.

You're gone, but I still need you.

I want to say so many times I'm sorry--

To apologize to you. But I know now that will never do.

I'll miss you and I'm sorry.

I wish there was a way to let me know you've forgiven
me.

And thank you so very, very much.

Your Dear Friend,
Life