The Legend herself

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,

Though it's still sad that she's gone. 

No one can live up to her,

She's the only one. 

I think I'll end this poem—

I don't have much to say. 

She already had her funeral

And I never came.