The scene arrived like a stone,
sinking in the quiet pond of my morning.
My niece, laughter still echoing in my memory,
gone.
The wake, a blur of hushed condolences,
faces swimming in a sea of shared sorrow.
And then, you were there.
Not with grand pronouncements,
not with awkward, empty words.
You simply stood beside me.
Though we talked about each other's nostalgic moments...
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