You have gone to another world
Nirvana some might say
Heaven some believe
Or maybe you became another person
You could just be a pile of dirt
But when I write about you
I smell beer and dirt
I taste your salty lips
I feel your soft curly hair
Even now I feel your rough hands all over me
I tremble with a longing
If only you wouldn't of gone
My darling, I'm trying to hang on
But I have no rope
I write to keep the memory of you alive
I write to hear your laughter
I write to see your toothy grin
I write to feel your body warmth lying next to me
But I know that when I stop writing
Your presence will leave
I will miss you
Farewell, until my next writing.