A poem about missing someone dear.
She sits alone on a park bench
thinking of a boy she knew.
He was kind and gentle
and had eyes of ocean blue.
She thinks of the good times
spent so few.
Wishes there could be more,
she only has what she knew.
He was only fourteen
gone before his time.
He never hurt anyone,
never committed a crime.
She cries softly,
memories pour.
Above her
a lone hawk soars.
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