Unfinished
A novel in the works
A painting in the making
She was an unfinished masterpiece
A wedding cake, not quite through baking
A tree still sprouting
A flower still blooming
A mustang behind it’s fence
Still unmoving
Her death was one of beauty they say
Angels came down from the heavens
Stars now shine brighter they claim
She certainly left an impression
On me, especially
Because I knew she’d be unfinished
How could she have an end,
any greater than her beginning?
Born to be special
but also to die young
Born to change lives
but to never live one
Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth
and walk amongst this sickness
No matter how much I needed to complete
our unfinished business
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