In Loving Memory

I couldn’t stand it,


Watching, as they put you in the ground;
I didn’t care,

That there were people all around,
I stood up,
And walked out;
But I wanted to scream or shout;
You meant so much,
But I never got to tell you.

And your passing has only made me,
Cherish those precious memories few;
You died too young.





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