VI.

As I look to the past

I remember who I am.

Deep inside I cry.

I look at the casket.

I can’t see him.

I talk to his ghost.

It follows me.

I look at the casket

I’ll never see him again.

All the knowledge,

All the games.

They are gone forever.

Tears roll down my cheeks.

I will always talk to you.

You will always be here.

I’ll never see you again.

But you’ll always be in my dreams.