I know this man in my memory.

I have so much Love for him, or at least who he use to be.

I love how he held me and kissed my face.

I love how he wanted me and never strayed.

I always wanted to fill his hands around me.

I always wanted to fill his breath upon me.

I miss how his love was unconditionally.

I miss the way he would surprise me.

I love how he cared about us.

I love how he always thought of us.

I always wanted him to be near us.

I always wanted him to Love us.

I miss how he spent time with us.

I miss how he so completed us.

I love this man you see,

Or At Least Who He Use To Be!

I love the man who stood before me,

But not the stranger who stands in his place.

This man is no more, now he is the stranger I would rather ignore.

 

 

 

By: Rebecca Ryan

In memory of whom you use to be, Alan Ryan!

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Colts...
Sep. 15, 2008 at 8:48 PM

so tragic :(

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Audge...
Sep. 20, 2008 at 2:15 PM

In a way that is how I feel.

This was beautiful.

Kudos!!

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