You are always just so busy,
With your work and skating...

When the one you love decides to leave
When they just want to go...

You were only 19,
Still a young child...

This isn't a poem... It is a letter to a friend...
Dear Billy...

As I'm lying here in bed tonight,
The storm wakes the midnight sky...

I'm sitting here thinking
About all we been through...

I used to believe
In a true fairy tale life...

We're still good friends
After all we been through...

It's 2:30 in the morning
And there's not a car in sight...

I won't forget you
I know that I won't...

He's gone now
But I'm doing fine...

Daddy, I miss you
And I love you so much...