Late night thoughts

Life is beautiful, enchanting,
And then it gets ripped
Out of your grip the second
You forget to realize
Just how fragile it is.

Another text received too soon,
Reading the words "she passed"
Should make me feel numb by now,
But it's like a dagger into my soul.
19 years old, being laid to rest.

Tell me, how can there be a greater purpose
When the angle of a wheel
Or amount of pressure on a pedal
Can instantly make you regret
Words you never said?