...just found out one day 'twas no more;
it now had been replaced.
The days of seeing her inside
were, 'cuz of this, erased!

This seemed to still a tendency
before, could not deter;
Whenever vans approached me I
had wondered, "Was that her?"

But with this news...she'd rid herself
of this ol' van of grey,
my question got an answer,
"Was that her to pass? No way!"

The sight of vans then ceased to cause
my focus to be drawn;
that trend then disappeared; it was
now over. It was gone!

These vehicles, for so long, didn't
stir the slightest glance.
T'were now just like all others when
towards me they'd advance.

It's interesting, 'cuz this style
took hold; became the mode.
These mini vans just blended in;
another on the road!

Perhaps I knew 'twould not be her
...was sittin' 'hind the wheel;
So, they were soon like all the rest;
the old allure--di'nt feel!

She now was driving something else;
what model--unaware!
I only knew no vans held her!
That fact released the snare!

This was the way for Oh! so long;
these vans, I noticed not!
Their specialness had vanished. POOF!
Scant notice they then brought.

I had to probe my mem'ry, then
to get these matters straight.
It's funny how the passing time
can cause an unclear state.

But delving in then brought it back;
all features soon returned.
And once again, its telling style
was in my brain; well-burned!
So, each one now within my view
gets touched then, with my stare.
It's such a frequent happ'ning too;
those things are ev'rywhere!

She can't be in one, I well know!
Her face won't be inside.
She'll ne'er be spotted anywhere!
She's now deceased; she died!

So what compels me to observe
these mini vans I see?
They trigger thoughts of days gone by;
they've shaped my history!

While she existed happily
in my ol' neighborhood,
I had to leave her--step aside;
move on as best I could!

But then she died; her life was o'er;
it altered then my view!
Her residence now's in the hearts
of those she touched and knew!

These vans now bring her back to me.
Their presence makes me hark.
Reminders of her then emerge;
those vans become the spark!

I guess, just have to, this accept;
can't stop this trend by force.
...can't hide from this development;
just let it run its course.