MEMORIES are all I have.
MEMORIES of what we were.
MEMORIES of the plans you made.
Tell me why you went away.
The world seems so dim, without you in it.
You were my pillar of stone.
Why does it have to be this way?
I'm sitting here surrounded, but yet feel so alone.
Why aren't you here?
MEMORIES of what was to be.
MEMORIES of the way you walked.
MEMORIES of you and me.
MEMORIES of the way you talked.
This is what you left with me.
Someday I'll understand why you're gone.
But for now your memory lives on.
Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts (c) 2001
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