I found her, bitter, weeping
to the night,
Mourning a friend who too
soon did depart.
Tears on her cheeks shone in
the bright moon light;
Over I went and held her to
my heart.
“Why did they have to
leave so soon?” she wailed,
“All that time yet, I
never had prepared;
It seems like some injustice
has prevailed:
I never said how much I
truly cared.”
“Fear not,” I told her,
“that need not be said.
They knew it all, and so,
yes, they too cared,
Regret the loss not,
remember instead,
All of the joyous times that
you had shared.
Take comfort now, give your
sadness its bane,
Know that, some time, you
will see them again.”
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