My suit hangs on the door,

A constant reminder for

Friday's funereal event,

Setting in stone the death of a friend

 

Now, feeling so upset,

Exasperated and perplexed,

College was but a few years ago,

Now time has drastically slowed

 

Minutes drag like months on my phone, so strange,

I look at it a few times and neither have changed,

A crash on the M40, the story repeats as I can't quite believe,

The story, regardless of how widely I open my eyes, will not leave.

 

Neither words nor nature have granted power, by this strike of the clock,

For anyone I know to rightly express their grief or their shock,

Greater Manchester and Cambridge quake for their daughter, now deceased,

Goodbye Rebecca, may you rest in peace