A gleefully ignorant day is chosen By Life to play its cruellest trick I peer out the window, to sunny skies Set to buckle down to routine Then the message arrives – A voice, a text, a knock on the door They may say much, but all I hear is that “they” are no more. The words, like arrows From the devil’s bow They slit my tongue, pierce my ears And then my heart Abandoning my indigent brain Desperate, it sifts through memories Wipes off the dust; And leaves me to face the emotion Aged, yellowed images hit me; flush The brightest of them all, that smile And the loving, innocent eyes By now I long to hear that voice Feel the warmth of embrace Alas, afraid, it’s much too late I shed a tear in their name Then another, then another… As words fail me, I look around The day no longer half as sunny Gloom soon turns to regret A swathe of ‘whys’ invade my thoughts Why, oh why not one more day To hear, to touch Oh, just to sit with them And watch the world go by Regret tu...
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