It was a cool morning.

I coudn't beleive i got the call.

She told me you were gone.

She said you were dancing with angels.

She said you were in a better place.

But how could this be?

But why did it have to be?

I remember the last time we spoke.

I remember the last I love you.

You were content to sit in the back.

You were happy to just watch.

That silent presence we knew.

That comfort we wish we had.

You had said you wanted to go.

You wanted to leave this earth.

We didn't want you to go.

We wanted a little more time.

We miss you so