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Question the Deceased
A student died today.
I didn’t know his name.
Did anyone else know his name?
A student died today.
I’d never said “Hi” to him.
Did anyone else ever say “Hi” to him?
A student died today.
When they announced it, I wondered, Who? How? Why?
How many other people wondered about these things?
So who was this person?
I hope someone can tell me the answer,
Someone who this student has left behind, crying.
He is floating up above us now, in heaven looking down.
But is he worried about the many people he’s left behind?
Or is he watching a careless Earth?
Will his presence be missed?
Or has he been a ghost all along?
I didn’t know his name.
Did anyone else know his name?
A student died today.
I’d never said “Hi” to him.
Did anyone else ever say “Hi” to him?
A student died today.
When they announced it, I wondered, Who? How? Why?
How many other people wondered about these things?
So who was this person?
I hope someone can tell me the answer,
Someone who this student has left behind, crying.
He is floating up above us now, in heaven looking down.
But is he worried about the many people he’s left behind?
Or is he watching a careless Earth?
Will his presence be missed?
Or has he been a ghost all along?
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