Belated Requiem for Tim

The tenth year is upon us,

old friend.

The path seemed longer then,

too short looking back.

Your faceless smile seems to hang

in memory.

Your black leather jacket

always looked after me.

I wish you were here to

see me.

Youd be proud of how Ive

grown into a man.

Sometimes I feel guilty

for living.

Now, I wear the leather jacket

and play with my kids.

You will always be, to me,

life and youth.

Someday, my time will come

and well play together again.

21DEC1998