Beautiful Girl
When she passed, I didn't know how to cope.
It was supposed to be the beginning for her.
I wasn't being avoidant, I wasn't sobbing, I wasn't angry, I was just...still. I wanted to understand every little detail as to how it could happen, but the answer wasn't good enough; I'm sure it wasn't good enough for anyone. "There's life and death," they say, "and we don't always get an explanation."
