We were we: before we were us

She’ll be strong 

She’s gone… Abroad 

    where I won’t be able to see or hear her mellifluous voice 

She’s a dear, 

Her. 

A quiet,  

Elegant dear. 

Dearly departed (flight) 

Sweetly reckoned 

Hopefully believed 

To be back again. 
Her heart broken 

With the demise 

Of condolences…  

Her dad 

Hit that forever 

End goal!

Of rest, 

And rest eternal. 
I’m sad 

For her sake 

For his sake 

For their sake 

It’s tragic 

Calamity rung no bell 🔔 

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