This is something I wrote after a great friend of mine died in a car accident.
I look out the window
I stood at the door
Still, your sweet face
I didn’t see anymore
I search throughout the house
I fling myself into the cold
With some small hope
You got lost on your way home
I come to the spot
Where a cross sits
It has your name on it
And a single black rose
I say a small prayer
And bow my head
So passersbys
Won’t see the tears I cry
Your laugh may no longer ring
Your smiley face we no longer see
But I promise you
You’ll always be in our memory
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