Short poem I wrote in honor of Cory Monteith. It refers to Lea Michelle

Rest in peace, love. You will be missed :(

She's speechless in the worst way

Her reality has now turned into a hopeless dream

The girl who was planning a wedding will now be planning a funeral

She will wear black instead of white

She will kiss his gravestone instead of kissing him at the alter

She'll spend the rest of her days in grief

Waiting, wondering if he will ever return to her arms

Wishing to see him again even if only for a minute

Wishing that he was still here

That he wasn't dead

But he didn't die

He took the midnight train going anywhere