Gone

He has gone away. He was needed Somewhere else. His work was finished. Though we understand That he had to go; That doesn’t stop the Pain buried deep inside. I sometimes think That he’s still here. I’ll think that I see Him or hear him. That’s the hardest part. Turning around to Catch a glimpse or Hear his voice. And not seeing Him anywhere. But I could Swear that I did. My head tells me That he’s gone and My heart tells me That he is not. But I know in My deepest of Hearts that He truly is. The pain will Eventually fade, But the memories Hopefully never will. I keep him alive In my heart. Because people remembered Are never truly gone.