She was the colleen who made christmas '07 so special and yet so simple.
Once she turned down a treat in kookie jar for road-side phuchka; something which I found to be comically absurd.
She used to make an ordinary journey back home from school in a packed bus worthwhile.
She was the missing link between two of my alma mater.
It's she who I pledge in my cup of grief when I'm down and distrubed.
I'm running out of words.
So I decide to borrow some to end this:
It only takes a minute of your precious time to turn around
I'll be two steps behind.
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