An Ode Toe Kimberly James
For eight short weeks, you were mine,
From chatting at work to souls entwined.
And now you're gone, I feel lost,
We believe in fate, but at what cost?
We got on so well, I was always smiling,
Behind the casual ast, love was piling.
I would think of you all of the day,
Then suddenly the smile would fade away.
Like a black cloud always brings rain,
I knew your traveling would bring me pain.
But it is your wish, your desire, your goal,
I had to keep seeing you, whatever the toll.
So Kimberly James, I wish you good luck,
You know where I am if you ever get stuck.
And remember, although we are far apart,
You'll always have a place in my heart.