You were gone before I even knew.
Word of your demise,reached me from another source.
I had stood and waited,for someone who would never come.
Isn't life strange,the quirks and follies that come your way.
I went looking for you, one fine summer day in June.
With heavy heart and a mournful tear in my eye.
The groundsman stepped out, the distance where you now lay.
I followed suit, with weary brow and trepidation in my heart
As I gazed, at the unmarked spot upon the emerald grass.
Snatched away in your prime, with so much still to be realised
I understood, there are no guarantees in life,
So make the most of what you have, for life is just a hologram
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