Dear Mark,

     Your Laugh.
Your Voice.
          Your Morals.
        Your Outspoken Language.
Everything about You.
                    The one and only You.
Linger through my mind,
          Like a girl with her first broken heart.
    Broken heart from love,
                 Torn away from her like
                                  A Rose          From
                         A Rosebush
Like
      A heart ripped and stolen
      from the safe home known to the body.
           Pain,
               Loneliness.
                     Humbly torn.
Without You around...
How am I suppose to feel,
when I go home,
with the ability
               To see Your grave
                       Of Your full-filled love.
Without You around...
How am I suppose to react,
when I go home,
without the ability
             To wake to the smell of coffee
                       Of Your life-filled attendance.
Without Your around...
How am I suppose to take in,
when I go home,
with the ability
           To sence the sadness
                     Of Your no longer appearance.
     Cars, Gas, Garage.
                 Nothing seems real.
Wake me now,
         From this hurendous nightmare.
                   Let me see what
                            once was.
                   Let me hear what
                            once was.
                  Let me touch what
                            once was.
From just a spur
                          of the moment
             To receiving a call of Your no longer
                                       presents.
Now with God
          before any had a chance to say,
                               I Love You.
                    Many torn.
                    Many haunted in disbelief.
10 Days before Christmas...
                                                Gone.


RIP Mark forever in our hearts, prayers, and endless memories
We love you