surrounded by death.
we try to live
ignoring death
because honestly,
who wants to face death?
we hear stories from around the world
of those who have passed,
and we think
'that won't happen to me.'
but then the Reaper hits close to home.
and we break.
we cry and mourn and grieve
for we know they will never come back.
and for that we miss them.
and this time
the Reaper struck close to home,
not once,
not twice,
but thrice.
Lovely Lady i will miss you
Caring Child i will miss you
Adoring Adolescents i will miss you.
Noble Mortal I will miss you.
