R.I.P

I stood before death...had to bury a human that was once living and now in the hands of death...she told me that she saw this coming once... People standing around grieving...even people that she didn't know grieving over her corpes...as she told me this I looked deep into her eyes and mainly thats all I saw was her not fear of death but her time of waiting for death to take her...she told me that oneday I'll have to go through the same thing but she said would I be ready to let go?, I stopped to think would I be ready to grab the cold hands of death or would I just jump back and try to doged everything that death would throw at me to make me his?, I just didn't know, but as I looked while the rest buried, I thought of her long brown hair flowing in the wind and tears flowing from her dark, lifeless eyes...and her skin soft like a petal on a rose...she was a girl who did not deserve to go...she was a girl, that death took the wrong soul from...she was a girl who was my friend, my hope, my faith...she was just the girl that people didn't see willow away...she was just a ghost, nobody notice the life that had died in her eyes....
She was a girl that everybody had forgotten but only got noticed by one...by one who loved and cherished her, by one who stuck by her, by one who notices that she was human...and especially by one who carried a secret love in her heart for her...
R.I.P