Today, the day I lie in bed
And sigh for half an hour instead
Of getting up to catch the flight
Back home, is my pathetic plight.
Though Grace is back in her un-home
I still will sadly write this poem
In selfishness, and brutally
Think what might be her eulogy.
Sorrow never came to me
Like this. So much, and heavily,
I'll miss this place that is now mine
And should be for the rest of time.
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