Unfinished

A novel in the works A painting in the making She was an unfinished masterpiece A wedding cake, not quite through baking A tree still sprouting A flower still blooming A mustang behind it’s fence Still unmoving Her death was one of beauty they say Angels came down from the heavens Stars now shine brighter they claim She certainly left an impression On me, especially Because I knew she’d be unfinished How could she have an end, any greater than her beginning? Born to be special but also to die young Born to change lives but to never live one Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth and walk amongst this sickness No matter how much I needed to complete our unfinished business