Gone But Not Forgotten
If life could be summed up in a poem,
We would not have much for which to live.
That’s why I love life.
It hits you where it hurts
And leaves, laughing.
But I’m not – in fact I’m crying
Because I’m nowhere near where I wish
to be tonight.
Know that you are all here with me
In what I wish could be called
My memory, but what is really just my imagination.
You may be gone from my vicinity,
But you are far from being forgotten.