When I close my eyes,I can see his face.
I open my eyes, and imagine he is in this place.
Recreating the things we've done, And going to the places we've gone.
Smiling, remembering the fun. Watching the sun dawn.
The more I imagine, The more it seems he's here.
It's as if he's having the same reactions, As I look at him so dear.
You had said you'd known,
You'd said it for years.
I'd never known it would hit home.
You were eighteen, just like you'd said.....
And now I have shed so many tears.
While memories of you, Flash through my head,
I wonder if i'll ever see you again.
This poem I wrote in Loving memory of my best friend and brother, Damon Jenning. You can see this poem in the published book,"Letters From The Soul" found at Barnes and Noble. Also on CD, " the sound of poetry"