Friday night, want nothing more but to put pen to paper,
Light that candle, play some tunes,
I find relief as the ink flows
Secrets pour into a tangible form.
Ever since she went, thoughts of you disappearing forever came to me,
The sight of sadness appeared in my eyes,
Quivering lips try to stay composed,
As she avoids being defeated, she surrenders.
Death is a thing that sometimes arrives either expectedly or suddenly.
Your sudden death kept me in a dreary state of mind,
As I looked through your dedications and smiling faces,
The truth is you went too soon.
Your body leaving the Earth left a clear message,
A message sent to friends all over.
Keep those who care close, remember the little things,
The little things say the most.
