(at the thought of you)

At first it starts out

with me acting like a fool

shedding these tears

I have already cried

at the loss of you

Then it graduates slowly

to the things you did

your gestures, mannerisms, wit

bringing to me smiles

that no one has since

And I end again

with a happy sigh

for knowing you like I did

and with a promise

to move along

but with a determination

to keep the good you

in my head

By

Everett E. Phillips, III