Your death sounded like a dramatic guitar
The tune is sad, and with every strum,
A picture of your face covers my eyes,
Your smile and laugh,
And all that love in your eyes
Your passion was fire while my personality was blue
You taught me everything I became
And now I can't even thank you
You loved the snow and told me to wait until it did
And you were right,
It is beautiful,
But because you're not here to tell me about how the light hits,
It's not as beautiful as it could have been.
Yours truly, Todd Anderson
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