One September Morn
She was afraid and all alone.
Her heart breaking
as it beat for only him.
She felt her life was empty
and lonely all around.
Sometimes she would sit and cry
for dreams that couldn't be found.
My best friend.
Someone I shared my thoughts with,
told secrets to,
even fought with.
Sweet little Missy.
Then one morning she was gone.
My heart froze in fear
and for her I would shed one last tear.
I'll never know why she left,
why she couldn't stay.
God grant me one more day.
Now she talks to angels
on her stairway to heaven.
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