Just To Be With You Again
By Kenneth R. Cabrieto

            This used to be our special place.
            We would go here to be alone together,
            But now it's just me here, alone.
            Alone and without you.
            I wish the day that you went away.
            Never came to curse my life.
            People say that you died from a broken heart,
            And that I'm the one to blame.
            Before we were so happy.
            It was always the two of us,
            But the day that you got sick,
            It would seem that I did too.
            Now at the end,
            I know we'll see each other soon.
            Maybe sooner than the world thinks.
            I will die,
            Just to be with you again.

            -July 7th, 2000