Many emotions
Flying through her head
Wishing, hoping, praying
That he wasn’t really dead
Tears ran down her face
As they rolled the stretcher past
Thinking of the talk they had
Not knowing it would be their last
She wrapped the ring in her hand
That he had given her, hours before
Wishing, hoping, prating
That the promise hadn’t slipped out the door
Days later, she stood by the stone
Tears ran down her face
As many moments flashed before her eyes
He was gone; no replace
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