by Eve Viscusi
When you were here.
Every morning we would sit and watch the morning birds
But that was when you were here.
As I pass the places where we played, I feel a tear start to fall,
Because you see I then remember
that was when you were here.
I wake up to what I think is the sound of your bark,
I rush to see where your at, just to say Good morning.
But then,
That was when you were here.
I see a Butter Fly, and think of you,
I think of how you ran and seem to dance,
as you went from place to place.
But that was when you were here.
I wait for the day when I can say
This is where, we are now.