Do you ever have a feeling,
you can't put your finger on what it is.
It's deep in your stomach,
And strong in your throat.
It makes your head hurt,
And your hands shake.

It's grief.
"But who died?"
They ask innocently.
Who died?
I laugh.
Who didn't?

That little girl with blonde hair,
Kicking a ball around the field,
Eating only chicken nuggets,
Ravolli on a good day.
That girl who took a pledge,
To dare to never drink or do drugs.
The girl who loved and hugged.
The animals she cared about,
The people.
She is the dead one.

And nobody even knew.