Just the
Other day
I saw her
Walking,
Talking,
Smiling
And now
I live with
The reality
That I'll never
Be able to
See her again
I'm just her
Neighbour
Those who were
Near and dear
To her, must be
So miserably
Missing her...
(Theme could be Bereavement / Demise / Loss / Death)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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