I did not really write much on that day, even in tomorrow I could not find much. But I believe your spirit came in a song, Just to remind me that you are gone. You sang those words yourself. But distance in your mind must have become real time. Stones roll though my brain but its Dead Flowers that remains. Still wonder why. Someday I might see that spot that you are. I hope I’m looking down and not lying beside. As I choose years before my soul steps aside. Rest my friend you have no choice.
Sad thoughts are never places that I become.