In Memory of Tyson Wood
November 20, 1985 - January 21, 2002
I had never met him. We talked all the time over the internet. He only lived 45 minutes away. I had every opportunity to meet him. I thought he'd be around forever.
Standing there,
Talking to you,
I started weeping.
I was looking at the ground,
The mound of dirt,
Where I last saw a hole,
The patches of grass,
Not yet grown together.
The lifeless flowers,
That were once so beautiful.
Standing there,
Talking to you,
I started weeping.
I was looking at the sky,
Thinking of the times
We shared together.
The memories
That remain in my mind.
The things you said,
That made me smile.
Standing there,
Talking to you,
I started weeping.
I was looking at the ground,
The mound of dirt,
That covers your casket,
Thinking about the first time
I saw you.
You were laying in the casket,
The one I'm standing over.
You were so pale, cold, still.
It was the first time
I'd ever seen you "in person."
I'd never gotten to hear your voice,
So why does it ring through my head?
Why do I always hear you say my name,
Only to find that you're nowhere around?
Why did the Lord have to take you before
I could say how much I love you,
How much I care?
Now all I have are those memories,
Of the times we shared,
Remaining in my mind.
Now all I have are those feelings
About you,
Remaining in my heart.
The memories and feelings,
I'll never get to confide in you again,
Because you have gone
To live your new life with God.
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