Why were you taken from me? Why did it have to be you?
Why did you have to drink and drive, after everyone told you not to?
Did you not see the train, coming fast at the car,
from where I lost another friend (it wasnt very far)?
Were the lights not working? Or did you think you wouldnt lose?
It was your choice to drink and drive; it was up to you to choose.
The day we laid you to rest, your moms eyes were full of tears.
Why were you taken from us after only 18 years?
Tears filled my eyes, the second I found out.
My mind all in confusion, didnt know whether to cry, run, or shout.
That day, March 1st, I lost one of my best friends,
realizing you were dead, that this wasnt just pretend.
Ill see you at graduation, you said.
I promise Ill be there.
Those were your last words to me.
As I crossed the stage, down my face ran a tear.
I knew you were there, in my heart and in my mind,
wishing that I could talk to you again, at least just one more time.
On the day of your funeral,
Ill never forget the look in your moms eyes,
as she laid on my shoulder and continued to cry.
You were there for me always, everyone else, too.
Its hard to describe how much we all truly love and miss you.
To lay you to rest, it was hard to say goodbye.
Dont know yet if I truly have, but I will continue to try.
I know Ill see you again someday. I dont know when I will,
but on that day that we meet again, that hole in my heart will fill.
In Memory of David E. Weins
(June 2, 1981 - March 1, 2000)