Sudden Death

There are no words.

I’d use them if I had them.

Quiet and soothing, the morning air after a storm.

Spiritual and wondrous, a sunset over water.

But I don’t have them.

Just this hug,

Warm and lasting.

Because someone precious left too soon.

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