There was a boy
A very strange
Imaginative boy
Who carried worlds
Inside his mind
Of places that he
Traveled and of
Places he did not

He crafted stories
Of people in his path
And oh how often
Did he make us laugh
The way he put
The words together

I missed him so
When he was far
Now I do even more
For he is gone
Before his time
The memories of him
Sad as it is
Are all that’s left behind