Say it's just a joke.

2018/ 06/ 16
Got a call, saying Lara died.
I said, "Stop kidding me.
We chatted yesterday.  We were supposed to
meet before summer holidays."
But silence meant it's true whether I believed 
it or not.
She was speeding then midnight.
I touched her cheek, and kept stroking her hair
countless times until the stuff stopped.
She looked like she was just taking a nap.
What are you doing here, Lara?
We are hiking to see tons of lilies 
on the hill we used to meet.   
Get up and take my hand, Lara.
You're not supposed to be here, 
with flowers in the wooden bed.
You're not supposed to be here.