I stood there watching you as I left. Trying hard to memorize you, knowing it would be so very important to me. The way you looked, the way you looked. Soon someday, I will hear your voice again and that days singing will come soon. Man can not make a pill that would let me sleep without your memory or written erotically enough to forget about you. These months will go by- for all I'll remember is... what it was, as well as, what it will be... And that my love, you will want to see.