Poetry

All of me wishes

That you were still here

So I could still hug you

And hold you near.

All of me wishes

That your blue eyes could see

All that I do

To make you proud of me.

All of me wishes

That you'd somehow return

But I know it won't happen...

You're just ash in an urn

All of me wishes

That I could hear your voice

But it's gone forever like you

Because of poor choice.

All of me wishes

That you hadn't left

That two years ago

You hadn't greeted your death

But all of my wishes

And all of my prayers

Will never be answered

You can never be there.