To Soothe A Sick Soul

The night she had gone, I sat and I wrote

Fresh in my mind, the memories spoke

Evil, it lives in that volatile word

Cancer, too soon for an innocent girl

I wrote of the nights spent under the stars

Of the chocolate, the dancing, and of course that red car

My very own time capsules, not just words on a page

I'd never forget, stories never do fade

And when reality settles, and heartbreak engulfs

I'll look back to my writing for comfort, for hope

To picture a world where best friends stay

Where life without illness is seen everyday

To bring back the light of her laugh and her smile

To soothe a sick soul, for even just awhile