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This is a poem that Branda Kissinger wrote and I thought that it is really sad.

He closed the door
he paused to stand
As he took the class ring
from his hand.
All who were watching
couldn't speak
As a single tear drop rolled
down his cheek
Memories of momments when they had fun
As they laughed away
in the sun.
Remembering that he
had hurt her
He could not see her
deep brown eyes,that turned
so cold
He could have her no more
in his arms to hold
He whispered "I love you"
as he bent near
But the words were spoken
too softly for anyone
to hear.
On her finger
he placed his class ring
and hoped of forgiveness
it would bring
He held her hand
and gave her a kiss
That special girl he'd
sure to miss
They opened the door
his head hung low
As they carried her casket
away in the snow