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September 17, 2013
Even though there were battles
and heated spats,
it’s agony without you –
Oh, how I so miss our chats.
Even though there were times
I could have wrung your neck,
to see you once more,
over mountains I’d trek.
So, to this day
even though you are gone,
you can be sure that your memory
lives on and on.
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