The Fourth Hour
You may be gone from here, but your presence will forever linger;
the little things you wrote are the little things that made me smile.
You touched so many lives in such a faceless, strange world,
and your sudden departure brought many tears to the eye.
A nightowl by nature; the fourth hour has lost another heart,
although heaven has gained another angel, to watch over us in the dark.
And the towers in which I now stand, echo with your words,
but like the sound of life, they will forever be heard.
So I bid you a fond farewell, my friend that I never really knew,
I’ll keep walking on my own path, one day I’ll meet you...
R.I.P. Kerry
Not very good I know, but I felt I had to get it off my chest.