Where have you gone?

I have seen the innocent being trapped,

I have seen the wise being fooled,

I have seen the hardest being moulded.

The claws of Death,

When grapple the most beloved,

The lovers break down.

When the most delightful sight

Is seeing them move their

Beautiful, loving hands,

Caring for you from the heart,

The reality becomes a bit difficult,

A bit difficult to accept.

Endless tears follow,

When one only gets to see their smoke,

Curling towards heaven,

Leaving behind a lot of memories,

A lot of love.

It’s the most difficult

When the unexpected happens,

Without warnings, without omens.

One lies under the sun,

Singing tearfully the song of love and respect,

While they, miles above the sun,

Look down cheerfully.

If tears could make a stairway,

And memories a lane,

I would walk up to you,

And bring you home again.