Still, the heart as we depart.
You start to sorrowfully mourn.
Through tears, the questions flow.
Why you, why now this year.
It’s not fair, words so often uttered.
Is there a better time?
How and when would we choose?
Thankfully that choice is not ours.
It is left in safer hands than yours or mine.
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