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Gone. . .
December 27, 2009
I always took for granted
The people I held dear.
And now that you are gone
I am shedding endless tears.
The life was drained from your eyes
Like a fountain run dry.
Your memory still lingers
And I make sure I don't cry.
A tree was planted in your memory.
And as a beacon in the night
It reminds us all that life is short.
So we must all try to do right.
We have to march forward
But we can never forget
The friend we all cherished
And loved with no regret.
© Heather H., Phoenix, AZ
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I wrote this poem the day they planted a memorial tree on our schoolgrounds next to the benches Jon and I used to sit atop as we blathered on about our futures. Sadly, his time is up, but I am still ticking away.
This poem discusses the grieving process and the events after his death. I still cry every night, I still wonder why God didn't take me instead, I still remember him. My map, my friend, my love, my Jon.