Wondered why I hadn't heard seen you in a while,
and hoped all was ok with you.
I was with friends having fun, enjoying the chat going on.
Then in a nearby conversation, I heard your name.
I was having fun, then heard you had died of a stroke, maybe.
You were young, under 30.
I had no idea what you looked like, and didn't really care.
It was nice just to chat with you, to share stories, lives, and ideas.
After getting home, I facebooked you, so now I know what you look like,
who your friends are, who cared about you besides me.
But what you looked like don't matter.
For what I miss is your heart.
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