to James

A cup of tea in your hands,
a pillow on your head.
I remember your smile, your voice,
The words Inever said.

It doesn't make sense!
You should be here, but you're not.
and now you are gone, gone from here,
out of sight but not out of mind.

when you fell i felt it,
when you cried, i cried too,
we'd talk till late, walk till late,
now you're gone.