Gone too soon

This poem is for anyone who has lost a loved one in the Past or Present. But mostly it's my reaction to Micheal Jackson's Passing as well as all other celebrities we will miss. I hope this poem gives people,;no matter what they do for a living, comfort.

Gone Too Soon

By M.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

Sometimes you swear whenever you hear a door slam that it's,

them just coming in the door.

You hear a song and a tear rolls down. A heart pang then you

must go on.

No matter what your mind thinks, no matter how logical, you

just can't help feel that there could have been more time.

More time, more time, more time.

You're walking down the street and swear it him/her/she/he you saw

there.

At the record store or at the mall, or at the barber shop.

Then you shake your head as you lose your mind

your heart caught in your throat.

You sit yourself down at a park bench or chair and try to calm your mind

inside your saying; "Not Fair."

Not Fair, not fair, not fair.

It doesn't matter when they go.

You just wish it wasn't so.

If loved them or hated them

or just wish you could take

back those words you said.

You're always going to say

and feel that they were

gone too soon.

More Time, more time, more time.

Not Fair, not fair, not fair.

They were

Gone too Soon.