My Final Goodbye

I cried until I couldn't see
when I heard that you had passed
your time had come way too soon
a demon from the past.
The roses that were on your bed
lay dreary, a cold red
I need you now more than ever
so why are you gone and dead?
The day of the wake, I didn't smile
I was too deep int thought
I thought of the smiles, the cheery face
that you always brought.
That mournful day has come and gone
now I sit here, as I cry
I hope this letter finds you soon
for this is my final goodbye.

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