You hear all the time and read in countless poems, to let someone know how much they mean.
Because you never know what tomorrow will bring.
I never let Joyce know how much I really cared.
Or how important she was to me, I never thanked her for the laughs we shared.
So I am doing that now, With the hope she can hear me somehow.
Joyce, I�m going to miss your smile, your heart, the way you stomped your feet when you laughed, your jokes.
I�m going to miss the way you rolled your eyes when you didn�t agree, even your long braided pony tail that would hit me in the face if I stood to close.
I�m going to miss our talks and our thoughts and ideas that we shared.
I hope now you understand how much for you the world cared.
But above everything else, Joyce, I�m going to miss YOU.
I love you Joyce. I will never forget you. Good-bye my friend.
April 3, 2002
