Seeing Red - For Rosebud
I keep thinking I see you,
A head of long blonde hair
Walking down the street.
But every time I see one of those posters,
Or see the volleyball courts decorated in black,
I know you are gone.
I'll miss your smile, your energy, and your dedication.
I'll miss seeing you at the Quarter Meal and on the street.
Something has happened; the wait is over.
James Rector stirs, but does not waken.
I keep thinking I see you,
But all I'm really seeing
Is memories in black ribbon and
Red rosebuds.
