I cannot think you're not alive somewhere. I think of you just as I did before. No sudden gust of wind has closed the door Or made your presence vanish in thin air. I write you this because I know you're there; That even after death there must be more. So does faith one's inner sun restore After bitter darkness few can bear. My mind and heart have not yet lost a friend Even though my senses are bereft, For you remain the witness of my soul. No mere accident our love can end So long as I have will and memory left, And you lie silent on some unknown shoal.