Two years, dear Roger, since we said goodbye, Yet love like yours is not a thing that dies. A happy man, with kindness as your way, You gave so much—and asked no one to pay. No hand reached out that you would turn aside; You made the world a warmer place inside. Now Sue holds close the life you built as two, And all the little things that still mean you. For Zoie, Trina, Sophie, Edward, too, Your love lives on in all they say and do. Two years of missing you, of loving still— A space no one, and nothing, ever will fill.