"Forehead pressed against the glass

Smooth and oh-so-cold as your hand

Haylie in the front seat,

Alec in the back

Hearts burning, yearning

To hear that last song

Or

Smoke the day's last cigarette

Like you'd still be here in the morning

Laughing how your hair's a m e s s

And the b u r n t bacon on the stove that Rhonda forgot,

But it's impossible to forget

How

It

Felt

When our hello's never came and how the

World

Crashed down

As you slipped to Heaven on the highway.'

'you are forever our star.'"

1/29/2006 3:41pm


Note: Highway 169 is where Felicia passed away. The paramedics said that she flat-lined right there on the highway asphalt...it'll be a year on the 28th of this month....thank you for reading.