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I saw sweet sorrow

Follow me around the bend

Of the road by the grave-site

Of my best friend.


The words I could not speak

Seem to stick inside my throat.

The things I never did

Now seem so remote.


I took the time to follow

The path that leads down

To the place where she lies,

Six feet under the ground.


My heart weeps for her.

This loss can shatter me.

I need to let go

And accept reality.


No one understands

All the reasons why,

People sometimes change,

Despite how hard you try.


Life can bring a gift 

And then take it back.

It’s not out of punishment,

Or some thing you  lack.


Nature teaches us

That life is often  strange.

Just when you get use to it,

Some thing else can change.