Willis

Willis, my best friend, died before his time. He left behind many people who loved him dearly.

Sterile walls must have heard

the cries of so much sorrow,

seen too many tears with

the promise of no 

Tomorrow

Stoic expressions on

broken-hearted faces,

The kind only time can

Erase

Medical blips ring harsh

throughout the empty 

corridors; hopeful sounds of

seeing your face once 

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The End

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