I talk to you from far away

While you wait far away

You are a distant thought

Yet an intense memory

You are always there

You were there

With me when I got ice cream

On a mild summer’s night,

Your small, delicate hand gripping my pinky

But twas not

The wind is only more lonely

The sun is warm and bright

Though without your laugh

But I digress

I still couldn’t love you less

No point to dwell on what could

It tends to darken the mood

There is no doubt

Even though I would have been gone

My room barren

At least I wouldn’t have to talk to you in heaven