I left a flower where you lie.
Your shoes were new, your bag still light,
Your days just learning how to write.
I did not know you long or well.
Your desk was left empty, chalk left clean,
A space where laughter should have been.
The world went on, yet something was gone.
I hope you knew, before you slept,
How dearly you were held and kept.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
I left a flower where you lie.
Your shoes were new, your bag still light,
Your days just learning how to write.
I did not know you long or well.
Your desk was left empty, chalk left clean,
A space where laughter should have been.
The world went on, yet something was gone.
I hope you knew, before you slept,
How dearly you were held and kept.
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