When I think of you, you are here,
Even when far away.
When I think of my dog, he comes to mind,
Though gone these many year.

I know friends, near and far away,
Are close as breaths of air.
I hear their voices, I see their faces,
Though they’re not here today.

Read my words, words I write now
Read a hundred years hence.
Will put me into your mind, words into your ear,
As if I were down the hall.

But I may be gone, gone dozens of years
And you might meet me still.
Read my words, the words I write here,
And won’t I still be with you there?