Dedicated to Krisunda Jeanne Temple
September 11, 1984 – April 03, 2000
I know we hadn't talked,
but that didn't mean you
weren't on my mind.
Everyday that had
passed since our arguement
I thought about you all the time.
What new friends you had made,
and I wondered if
you thought of me,
and even though I can't
tell you, know forever
my friend you'll be.
They say each day is not
promised to you,
and I really understand why
'cause never once did it cross
my mind that
you'd be the one to die.
I can't cry forever,
but I don't know
what else to do, but
from this day on
until I go
I'll be missing you.
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