Sunday, April 01, 2007

Empty Can

Today I went to where you spent most of your days
It was where I remember you the most
Where I spent many hours with you
Always working on something
You could always fix anything
My eyes scanned your tools
Untouched for over a year
As if you never left
My eyes came to rest on an empty Pepsi can
It was just an empty can full of cigarette butts to most
but to me it was so much more
It brought tears to my eyes as I picked it up
I shook it alittle and then
I could see you working in your shop
Making what was wrong right again
I touched your tools that still lay on your work bench
and I could feel you there with me
Today I wished you where still here.


Seamus said...

Stopping in to say HI! *HUGS* Jillian :)

BTExpress said...

My condolences. :(

Dupa Jasia said...

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Dupa Jasia said...

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Seamus said...

Just checkin' on ya! :)