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Jan 28
The room somber
the reality slowly hitting all of us
her young life
gone
a freak thing
a terrible accident
but through the tears
that her family shed
I sit in the back
the dark black coffin
the cream fabric
a haunting reality
We're in the same room once more
and I can't tell her how I feel
My wife hated the idea I came
but I had to
had to say my goodbye
but even as the room empties
I sit in the back
motionless
That open coffin
her pretty face
just out of view
and my mind
trying to figure out
how to tell her
I love you
once more
Writing of the Unknown
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