I lost her once too.

It was different for me,

And much harder for you.

I don't remember her laugh,

Or her smile,

Or her hugs.

I don't know if that makes it better

Or worse.

I envy the joy you felt with her,

But not the pain you felt without her.

I wish I had the chance to know her.

I wish I had the cried at her funeral.

I wished I had mourned her,

Like I mourned for you and yours.

I'm sorry for your loss,

But I wish it was mine.