It’s funny how we never seem to see,
And often times refuse to ever hear,
Those little things that always seem to be
Within our view, but don’t look all that clear.
If I look back upon that distant while
And ponder all the clouds that blocked my view,
The only thing that cleared them was your smile.
The only one who cheered me up was you.
Now those days creep back into my head;
Fond memories of time we used to spend,
Long walks we’d take…so many things were said.
It hurts to know our time is at an end.
For all the guilt I feel, I can’t see why
You gave up on your life and chose to die.
A.J. Lowe, 5/91, Written when he was 18 years old