[Benjamin]

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.