You left too soon for me to say,
"Goodbye, I'm gonna miss you, but go on your way."
Even though it's hard to see past sorrow,
I will always be thinking of you tomorrow.

Your memory will carry me through
the pain of losing the, "me and you".
You always knew just what to say,
when we sat on the porch and watched the grass sway.

The stories you told always made me smile.
I was just a child but all the while,
I never realized that the clock was ticking.
That my time with you was slowly slipping.

The moments we shared I will cherish forever
and now I know that you would never
want me to be weeping for you,
you'd say,"I'm still here, just see-through."

You stand beside me to catch the tears
that soak the pillow beneath my ears.
Your voice is the wind that whips the trees,
and your arms are around me when I fall to my knees.