No time to say goodbye
just memories
which make you want to cry.
When death arrives without invitation
no one ever has
an adequate explanation.
To say it is God’s will
offers little consolation
to those whose lives have stood still.
The hurt they are suffering
cannot be cured
by the unhelpful mutterings
of people whose life’s purpose
is to keep their emotions
hidden beneath the surface.
The 50 year old poet 
It’s hard, isn’t it? Poetry helps.
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