Memory

My demise was too early
Leaving too many questions
About things that could never be
Too early was I gone to eternity

My demise was too sudden
Leaving their world spinning
Much too fast towards a
Future they couldn’t fathom was reality

My demise was too sad
Leaving too many tears
Falling in May, in the spring rain
For awhile even memory was pain

My demise was too cruel
A fate for one so new to
Spring and youth, full of fantasy but 
Not to life’s truth 

My demise was too unexplainable
Who could understand why?
They could only try as I watched
Silently from a place called memory