By Angel no1halo@yahoo.com Date: 8 June 2000
and your heart aches to hold him
and your pillow is squishing from your many tears
and your mind is so clouded it may come a storm inside your head
and you feel like part of you is dead
and all you see when you close your eyes is him
and all you hear is his sweet voice
and all you want for Christmas is him beside you
and nothing else matters but your memories of him
and you can smell him on the shirt he left for you to you wear at night
and you can taste his tears as you kiss him goodnight on the phone
and you can feel his warmth when you give the stuffed critter he gave you a goodnight hug
...you can hold him close to you and drift off to sleep
because he is there.
Angel 6/8/00