Mimi

storm clouds gather,

the final darkness awaits,

the time and the place

were never ours to choose;

in the quiet calm,

the past comes bubbling up,

Christmas and pearl necklaces,

lost among the rubble and ruins,

innocence and honor,

victims of the maelstrom;

Mimi, you were never finer,

the seven-sevens never smoother,

the truth was never better,

the night was never longer;

rest well my friend.

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