Take time and write, doll. Just sit in the quiet of a dim light.

Jot down your memories, laughters and frights.

Pour over every detail surrounding the man;

What was important to him; and not, if you can.

Push through it all, but let it swallow you, too.

For you are both strong and weak, bold and blue.

Put down the memories, so inspiring and wise.

Let the pages fill with tears; and go look up into the skies.

To know his energy never dies. We know not what, but there's something beyond.

Far past the clouds, the wind and sun.

Where all of his essence moves through the stars.

And circles back down
Deeply in your heart.

You may not see him,
But be not fooled, then.

You'll feel all his presence, again and again.

To let you know, you never have and never will walk alone.

Forever in your spirit,
He is never gone.



I'm here for ya, ***.