When I           

 (dedicated in memory of Dr. Ann R. Howe, 9-7-01)

When I can't remember
How far you've gone
I call the number, no longer in service
It puts me right back here again

When I don't believe that
you've really gone
I try to write you, return to sender
addressee no longer here
not again

I don't have a picture
Except in my mind
of the very last time
I held your hand
I don't have a photo
of that special laugh
you used to do
When you suffered fools

I don't have anything of you
I don't have anything of you
I don't have anything of you
Except the notion that someday down the road
I'll get to see you.

 

© 2002 Cathe Jones