Was there ever anyone like you anywhere?
A light that burned both fierce and rare,
A voice that calmed the stormy air—
Or did you only live once, here?
Why did you leave before the rest,
Before the final beat confessed
How much we needed you, how blessed
Was every moment you possessed?
The morning feels a different gray,
The laughter doesn't stay the way
It stayed when you had more to say—
Now silence has too much to weigh.
I search the crowds, I search the stars,
I ask the moon, the passing cars:
Did anyone like you leave scars
Of beauty from such early scars?
And no one answers. But I know—
Some rivers only once can flow.
Some flowers bloom, then have to go.
But why so soon? Why not more slow?
Was there ever anyone like you?
The answer breaks my heart in two.
There never was. And now, grief’s true—
There never will be. Only you.