Their faces, their smiles

all were a treasure to which none can be compared

Their unknown faces became friends

Their unknown ideas became shared

I tried in desperation

not to touch the lives or the emotions

That could be seen so easily

Their thoughts

Their philosophies

They warmed a part of me

Something to be left behind

Something I’ve searched diligently to find

Something that couldn’t be bought

A few of my deepest thoughts.

T. Curtis Maxwell

Will you miss me when I’m gone?

When our feelings are no longer shown

When we no longer speak over the phone

Will you miss my voice or its tone?

Will you miss my inner core down to the bone?

Tell me, will you miss me when I’m gone,

And you’re all alone.

T. Curtis Maxwell