somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
be able to see
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won‘t help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can‘t the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . ..