Without Her

Without her, I'm lost inside.
Even though it's okay to cry.

You could look in her eyes and see nothing wrong,
Although she wasn't all that strong.

She acted normal everyday,
But she was hurting in every way.

I wanted to help, but she told me no.
She said no one could, it was her time to go.

I want to hug her and hold her near.
And I wish she was still here.

But she's left and it's been years,
And I've moved on with many tears.

This was written for my best friend;
Her life, at age nine, had to end.

*In loving memory of H.C.F 1992-2001*
2004