Reminiscence

Am I looking at her now? 
As I’m sitting here tonight. 
Is she around here somewhere, 
Is she hiding, out of sight. 
Is she there, amongst the branches 
Is she sprinkled ‘cross the sky 
Is she somehow caught on earth still 
As she tries to say goodbye. 
And I always shall remember 
(though we only spoke awhile) 
her beauty, brains and kindness, 
wisdom, charm and smile 
And I thought they would have noticed 
And I would have thought they’d care 
Their beginning was her ending, 
and it just seems so unfair. 
 
Is she listening to my memory 
Does she know how I recall 
the impact that she had on me 
as I was about to fall. 
And although I’ll never tell her 
just how her death changed me 
I think perhaps, shes everywhere; 
in memory, she is free.

In Memory