I walk in the door and in the center of the room is his body in the shiny, black rectangle.
As I walk up to him heavy rain runs down my cheeks.
He was surrounded by beautiful and bright flowers, his WW2 uniform, and a triangular folded flag.
All that beauty and I could only think of my regrets and how much I would miss him.
I regret not being with him more, helping him in the plentiful garden, and not being able to say I love you one last time.
Through all the condolences I knew he was still there with me making sure that i was ok.
And now that he's gone I can only rely on my memorizes of him.

Natalie McCoy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-more-time-14/