Lost

Remem­ber her

Her soft white skin,
Her mou­sey hair,
Her pier­cing laugh
Without a care,

Her sun­shine smile,
That know­ing grin,
Which showed such guile,
Such calm within,

Her poin­ted face,
Her almond eyes,
None could replace
A face so wise,

Her hour-glass hips,
Her warm, soft kiss,
Her gentle lips,
A moment’s bliss,

But now she’s gone.

And it’s your fault
You always feel
That this assault
Of cold, hard steel
Took her from you.

An acci­dent
They always say,
A tragedy
Took her away.

Fate, God’s will,
Karma, Bad Luck,
Who cares? She’s gone,
Who gives a fuck
How they explain
What happened then?
Still there’s the pain
Of your lost friend.

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