The last time
I saw you
I thought I’d see you again.
It wasn’t an active thought
More an assumption
A given fact.
Now I can only see the past you, forever.
Strange to think it was at another funeral.
You were there for him when the world
You were going to be everything
Good dreams don’t last.
Good people don’t last either.
You weren’t always in my thoughts
I must admit
But now you can never leave them.
That’s how this ends, I suppose.
Your smiles, hugs, and laughs
in a hole