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Whoa, I wrote this about three years ago about my neighbor, and I just rediscovered it. I forgot I even wrote much poetry back then.
"In Memory of Henry Robert Goebel"
Sometimes
When I’m alone
I can hear your voice
Clear as a bell
Ringing in my ears
And for that one small second
I smile
Because I never thought
I’d hear you again
I never thought
I’d see you again
That I’d see you as you were
Before you got so sick
And couldn’t walk or talk
But I guess I was wrong
For there you were
Talking to me, and smiling
Your eyes so full of life
But all too soon
I awoke
It had all been a dream
Just a dream
And you were gone
I never got to say “good-bye”
And it’s haunted me ever since
All I want
Is to see you again
To hear your voice
And to be able to say
“Good bye Hank,
I love you.”
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He said "It's all in your head"
And I said, "So's everything," but he didn't get it
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