We lost you before we could think - said hello and farewell with one faltering breath in a room where the depth of our sorrowful well drew up no quenching drink. They told us your heart lost its beat. So I stared at a screen hoping waves would appear and bring sound to my ears. Just that one thing would mean that our cup would stay sweet. But God doesn't do things our way, and I cannot ask why - only trust that His plans are much higher than man's understanding of life. He gives and He takes.