I watched as the hand went limp.

I heard the sirens cry out.

I felt the rain water drip.

As it spluttered about.

 

How could it be that the living should die?

So young, so soon.

Now on wings like angles she may fly.

But here the people mourn under the moon.

 

Who is free, her or I?

The gravestone is for the living to be reading,

And as I am still living, people will say it is I.

But she is really free from pain and suffering.

 

I am an empty shell,

As her veins are vacant of blood.

The grief her passing caused was louder than hell.

The noise and crying enough to cause a flood.

 

My memories always returning,

 “I’ll see you next week.”

The last words ever spoken

To me before this tragedy I wished never to seek.

 

I cannot destroy the images

Of death all too soon.

Her life, her spirit was

A sweet melodious tune.

 

A freak accident had caused

The death we thought would be far.

But all our wishful thinking lost

By a driver in a speeding car.

 

Her face blue and black.

Her tongue no longer talking.

Even the makeup couldn’t make it lack

As she rested in her coffin.

 

Her name will fade on the gravestone,

But in my heart it will always burn.

Her name will always be known

Even if to her graveside I never return.

 

I am the remember the sorrow.

For I am the loyal friend.

For I will remember tomorrow

To where in heaven she ascends.

 

I am a loyal friend and mourner

Of all the loved ones I have lost.

Every day I remember others like her,

Others lost with pain as the cost.

 

It is a name of love.

That shall burn for all time.

With angles singing in chorus above,

Kelly Nicole Valentine.