In Memory of Gaje Jeffrey Florence

Previously published at Associated Content by Content Producer Rosa Hayes


Each day I pass you on the street and yet you are not really there

I think I see you but I still only stair

I am lost in the wind with memories of you

Running back to the joy and hope and wishing it weren't true

Keeping touch with my senses and still burning inside

One day I will find you and get off of this roller coaster ride

I reach for the Heavens but I am only reaching in the air

I reach for peace but peace is not found there

I close my eyes at night and dream of you

When I wake I realize that is all true