A day ago I came to visit you,
It has been a month,maybe two
I hate going to that dreadful place
where I can no more see your face.
All that's there is a polished rock
That I sit on deep in thought
about how you could have left so soon
we had talking earlier that after noon
About how a supposed "god" could take you away
Christ you were only fifteen, and I'll never for get that awful day!
I get so angry just thinking about
how you could of left me, waiting for a good bye I went without.
I am still waiting for a simple goodbye
I think everyone deserves one
and so do I
You left me Morgan, what am I to do?
Just sit here and think of you?
I am tired of sitting in this stupid place
on a rock that marks your place
I would much rather,
see your face.
On August 26, 2010 it will be a year
that you have been gone away from here
and there is not a day that goes by,
that I'm not wishing that you were still here.


Rest In Peace Morgan

I love you;