Learning to live life without you by my side,
but your presence persists, as though you never died.
You left a gaping hole in my soul,
a wound that weeps because your soul surrendered to a ceaseless sleep.
My heart is ablaze with an unrelenting rage,
making it hard to turn to a new page.
Why didn’t you fight? Why didn’t you want to stay alive?
You should have fought the war.
You could have paved the way to a better day.
But the furious flames leave me gilded with guilt,
I know you tried…
I know you didn’t want to die…
I know the sorrow shall pass with time.
You’ll always have a place in our minds,
despite your untimely demise.