A friend has just lost a long standing friend. 

I howl an awful feral cry,
As words like leaves curl up and die.
When facing grief they just deny
The means to ask and wonder why.

There is no way we can express
This awful loss and hopelessness.
Words fall far short in our distress,
I try to find them nonetheless.

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