Charlie was the first of many (a circle #poem)

Charlie was the first of many.

We say our goodbyes

and then we die.

Leaving behind the smell of loss.

And the memory

of the smell of Charlie's hair

after a walk in the rain.

Every time it rains,

we think of Charlie

and let our tears mix with the rain,

realizing

Charlie was the first of many.

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Advised music to play while reading this poem:

Concrete Blonde - Everybody Knows: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaJAxdGeZ4E&t=1s

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