1To tell the truth
my memories of you are few
and grown dim with
the time that has passed
since I last saw you
But my heart aches
when I think of the stories
(so many stories)
that I have heard
that contain your name
and I think of the stories
that could have been
but won't
I can't imagine what it's like
to be where you are now
somewhere in-between
life and death,
between this world
and whatever lies
beyond it
It must be strange
to be alive and know
that soon you won't be
I can only wish you
peace and quiet and
the knowledge
that you won't be forgotten