Why did you have to leave?
You were only eighteen,
You still had a life to live.
In my dreams I always see you,
But in reality I know you're gone.
I never knew this could happen to you,
When can I see you again?
Note: The email link to the left is that of Amanda Gier, the webmaster of this site, not the author of this poem. If you want to contact the author, please check the contact information below the authorís name. Also, for all those who click on the "Sign My Guestbook" link, you are signing a guestbook for my entire site, not for this poem. So if you wish to make a comment about this specific poem, please include the title so I know which one you are talking about.