A friend of mine left me
before the number of her years
before I could say good bye.
A choice she made
wise beyond her years
in response to pain beyond her tears.
Regret we are left
no remedies to assuage
no response to my call.
What if, why now, how about
too late the queries
too late the salve.
Grace abounds for her
suffering replaced by rambunctious joy
sorrow by the plentiful feast.
May her smile shine upon me,
and her love surround me,
and her forgiveness touch me.
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