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no need to choose a campus
you won't be going away
no rush hour traffic
no deadlines to meet
no golden retirement day
your walk through the chapel, though memorable
was not on your father's arm
but in the trembling hands of your classmates
who had never known such harm
where would you live?
would you have any kids?
would we be close to each other or fight?
would all of our lives be different
if you'd only stayed home that night?
parents out-living their children
i try not to think of that pain
snapshots, secrets and memories
in the empty bedroom remain
getting the chance to see the world
growing old with a person who loves you
these aren't guarantees even for the living
but they're our wishes for those taken too soon
these words are merely self-pity
the thoughts of those left to grieve
now, she's forever pretty
and in her mother's arms she's warmly received