Can I even imagine it?

Can I imagine a life where

you were never in it?

Can I imagine a life where

I don’t wake up, waiting

for the day I see you again?

Can I imagine a life where

I never heard the angelic way

you sing or play the piano?

Can I imagine a life where

I never heard the parts of

your own story, or listen to

you recite Dr. Seuss?

Can I possibly imagine a life

that you weren’t in, my dear friend?

No, it is truely unfathomable. But

to never have know you would

bring great pain and unknown into

my already joyless life

To never have know you would

mean I never would have found

myself, excepted myself.

For you, my dear friend, have

opened my eyes to a world I never

could have imagined

For you, my dear friend, have

given my life an indescribable

amount of joy and happiness

And for that, I will forever be

thankful and owe you the little joy

I have