Little Girl
The
young girl loved, but as the small boy left
Her
heart dropped and her eyes were far from dry
Her
loss, a friend, a death, she was bereft
Their
friendship was the moon among the sky
She
missed the way he walked, the way he spoke
Oh
how his hair burned with a fire red
When
promises were made and how some broke
And
feelings which were felt but now he’s dead
The
day came; all were dressed in black and white
She
thought of all the last things he had said
She
spoke the speech that took hours to write
But
froze between the words and cried instead
Together,
rose by rose, she had them lay
Without
saying goodbye she paced away
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