I still don’t know why she had to die,
I still don’t know why I did not cry

Why do I long for someone that I hardly knew?
Why do others offer tears and sympathy too?

Everyone says that life has been so hard on me,
Yet, it has been all that I have wanted it to be

But they only wept at the funeral before they forgot,
And left me here with an empty space in my heart to rot

My bright blue eyes gently sway to stoic gray,
But, I will surely live to see the next day

For her lovely and sanguine spirit lives on in my heart,
And no tragic cancer may take that away or apart

So, they say that you were wonderful and that you were the best,
And I suppose that I’ll continue believe it,
Yet, they always say good things about those peacefully in rest,
As the legacies like me get forced to receive it

We never hear a candid word