Have a good weekend
You said.
It's such a normal thing to say.

Who knew,
Who could have guessed
You'd be gone the very next day?

I didn't know you personally,
But I went home and cried,
It's such a crime for one so young,
To have been hit and to have died.

I hope you know they loved you,
And their hearts are filled with sorrow,
Tiny crystals on their eyelashes,
You won't be there tomorrow.