A Haiku

I see the text the next morning,

After she has already passed. 

I can't believe it's happened—

Life goes by so fast. 

She didn't mean a lot to me,

The steep road is near—

A dwelling of hope and fear,

At last, the Light's here. 

They pair us up in groups;

It's funny we're stuck together. 

We'll talk and meet up again,

You'll pretend like we're still forever. 

This project takes a couple weeks;