Dear Alissa
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair.
I repeat it in silence.
You were so young,
a story unfinished,
an ending that can’t be undone.
It wasn’t your fault.
The white walls failed you.
I didn’t know you well,
but you were loved by many.
They knew your laugh,
they were comforted by your presence.
Now it’s filled with silence.
The train moved fast,
its wheels echoing that day,
a sound that lingers
in our hearts.
A reminder of what should never have happened,
and a grief that refuses to fade.
We hold questions with no answers,
wishing someone could have reached you,
wishing the world had slowed.
You were more than that moment.
More than the walls,
more than the loss.
You were a light to those who knew you.
A light that remains—
in memory,
in love,
in the spaces you touched.
It wasn’t fair.
It will never feel fair.
But you mattered.
And you will be remembered.