She was here and now she’s gone.

Like the ending of a song.

That fades but lingers in your mind.

Time after time.

I hear her voice inside my head, the witty things she always said.

I see her in the morning mist and all the things she gave to me.

She would tell me to be strong.

To think of her but carry on.

And how could I do otherwise, when she was truly one of a kind.

She was here and now she’s gone. Like the ending of a song.