Rest in soft peace
With the unkempt traffic of a star
Let the night sky cover her as she dies.
Fallen cold and dead.
Cold on the earth, and only seventeen Decembers.
Though she was beautiful,
There was such speed in her body with
The slick ice under her car.
She would not wake in our world again.
I must somehow forget how
Her coffin looked unreal.
She was young; not renewable.
A drifted secret
Sent off from the world
Her gift survived it all.
So the sun, if it arise
We will see each other again.
Meet me in Heaven.
For now
Farewell…farewell.
Author notes
This was an elegy I had to write for my English class. It's about my friend Kristy, who we tragically lost Dec 9, 2005 in a car accident. RIP KLA.
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