Were you sacrificed To make us listen? Are we destined to die Before we are destined to be? The echo of your death Resonates strong today, Opening the gates To a flood of tears. I remember your beauty, Your guiding light, Your radiating humor, And sadness chokes my words. Two years back and still I cry, For your impact went deep, And your memory even deeper. I hate thinking in past tense, Remembering you as you were And not as you are. I feel your death was unfair On an infinite level of planes. A treasure was stolen from us, A person greater than life. I love you so much That I’ll never let go. I miss you so greatly That I’ll keep that candle lit. M. L. Michael 11·22·01
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RIP Trevor