She was a friend

I find myself alone today

And wonder through my thoughts

What could I say or do or done

To not feel this aching loss.

She was a pensive puzzle piece

You could never figure out

A frosty, faded mystery

A gloomy, dismal route.

Life goes on without her

But I feel her every day

And wonder if she’ll ever know

How much I didn’t say.

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