When I close my eyes,
I can see his face.
I open my eyes,
and imagine he's 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 said..
and now i've shed so many tears.
While memories of you,
flash through my head,
I wonder if i'll ever see you again.
I wrote this for my brother that passed away Aug.24 2000
You can see this in "letters from the soul" found at Barne's and Noble. And hear it on "the sound of poetry"
Angi Buis
