Sometimes I catch myself Thinking, "When I phone, I can talk of this or that!" Then remember, I'm alone She was always there To answer my calls - To listen to my "small talk" Or when I climbed the walls. At times, I didn't feel like talking And somehow, she understood - Didn't say she wished I'd call Or make me feel like I should. Now, I wish I would have More times, to show I cared - To say, just how important Were, all those times we shared. I could have shown my love So much more than I did - I never, did it enough Even when I was a kid. Now it's too late to do or say All those things I wish I had - No way to ease the pain inside When my heart is sad. She was my "anchor" to this life - The "rock", that I clung to - The place, where I could turn When, nowhere else would do. Now, the ravages of time Have worn my "rock" away - And all I have to cling to Are memories of yesterday. - Author Unknown

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.

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