No one prepares us for that; the absence

No rules, no guidelines; the void

Deflection, his best tool

Optimism, his driving force

No one prepares you for that; the pain

No books, no memiore; the heartache

Strength, the brave face he bares

Tears, the foreign figure slowly creeping up, descending on his cheeks

No one can prepare for this; an untimely departure…

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