ELLEN DOESN’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE
I think of how she liked to run through the field of flowers,
A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world, memories.
We swam in the lake, laughing under the hot Summer sun,
Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing along the way.
She went away, such a sad day as my friend went far away,
I still see her running through that field with her smile so bright.
If I listen on quiet nights I hear her splashing in the water, her laugh,
I walk to school in the morning wondering if she is by my side or near,
I get tears because Ellen doesn’t live here anymore.