There were our years,
Stretching on ahead,
Filled with stories.
Sunrises slashed red.
From your first time driving,
To your children
Jumping on the bed.

There were memories
Waiting to be made,
How I meant to take you
Every place I laid
My feet upon.
All the words that
We would come to trade.

There were our years,
Stretching to the sun.
And since the day
Your story was begun,
I have been there,
And planned to ever be.
But you are gone,
and gone,
and gone
And all our years are done.

– s. Clark