No Goodbyes
It was that wicked drug,
Not some contagious bug,
That caused a goodbye without a hug.
We certainly cried when you died,
And our tears eventually just dried,
Because your potential to shine was denied.
Even though you are dead,
A fact that we all dread,
After knowing what life you have led,
And every battle that caused bloodshed,
We are confident for what is ahead.
Copyright © Michael Lomonaco | Year Posted 2016
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