CAJeckas

Tomorrow, I may not see you.  Tomorrow, you may never arrive.
          Tomorrow, you're only minutes away... or you could be an eternity away.
          Tomorrow, I know there's a heaven but I don't know if you're there.  Maybe if you are I'll see you again.  Tomorrow, maybe I'll see you there.  Maybe I'll see you then... but by then... it'll be too late.
          
          How can I just live on without you?  Quite easily... but at the same time so difficult.  I'll do so by not doing so.  I'll live on, but I'll take a piece of you with me.  Life's a journey, as they say, and it's a hell of a trip without someone to go along with you.  Even if you aren't physically with me, and I don't believe in ghosts, I have the wisdom you've helped me find.  I will live on in a way that it hasn't been in vain.  Not I should, I will.  
          
          I may never know why, or who, but I do know that I miss you, today and tomorrow.

CAJeckas

I still tear up when I think of you, but I can't help but think about me too.  And that breaks me the most.  The fault in my own eyes.  How I haven't changed my ways... how I say I'll take your legacy and run with it, but I'm still hesitant to step on the track.  You took track.  I remember how you ran.
          
          I mean, what's it going to take for me to change?  To start appreciating the people around me!  There's not very much more that can happen!  How much more will I have to lose for me to finally remember what it feels like to gain?  How much more will God have to take before I remember how it feels to give?  "I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once."  A line from the song that makes me cry the most.  A song that speaks to me the most; the seldom words that hurt me.  What more do I have to lose?
          
          I say I live with no regrets, but will I be able to say that tomorrow, when I put so many things off today?  I have no regrets because I foolishly think I've made friends with time.  Even after I've seen how time is friends with no one!  I think I have all the time in the world, regardless of the fact that I've seen someone run out of that time, sooner than they should have.  Should have... I hate that word.  Should.  Should.  Should.  Should.  I should be sleeping now... but... I'm not.  Should counts just about as much as almost, which counts for nothing.

CAJeckas

How can I just live on without you here?  I thought it impossible, thought it surreal.  I thought, "No this couldn't happen, not to me, not to me."  I thought this so often I almost forgot about you.  "Not to me.  God, why me?"  Me...?  But it wasn't really me now was it.  It was you.
          
          Not sure if I'm making any sense, but I miss you.  I didn't know I'd miss you until you were gone.  But that's the way that it always happens, huh...  You'd think by now I'd learn something.  Appreciate people I still have.  Yet I fear that if I let them too close they'll dissapear... like you.  And I'll be honest, we weren't even as close as others and I are, and if it hurts me this much to lose you, I couldn't imagine how much it'd hurt to lose them.  So I distance myself to reduce that hurt.  But that doesn't help anything, does it?  It just makes the pain worse.  Facing reality is hard as it is, but doing it alone makes it ten fold harder.  And it's even worse when you deny the reality that you're facing alone.  So I'm not going to distance myself anymore.  I'm going to appreciate what is while it is and not submit to a fear of what is not.