Ten purple Forget-Me Nots,
Hang limp from the vase,
Nine little pink candies,
Lay uneaten on the lace.
Eight friendly cards,
Are in pieces on the floor,
Seven charms on a bracelet,
Ripped from the chains and tossed out the door.
Six hours later,
The sun had begun to set,
Five times she had tried,
And she was beginning to regret.
Four rays of light,
Shined across the blue bed,
Three fingers fell softly,
On the sorry girl's head.
Two crying eyes,
Looked for the road's end,
One hour ago,
She had lost her best friend.