Some cotton pierced
Glass box covered
Waiting for the single most important person who'd do the honor
of seeing you through the end
whom you'd once created, cared for and provided
held the finger long enough, and separated
why do I remember the last day
when you didn't open your eyes, nor heard me cry
and I remember letting go off you forever
first into ashes, then in the river
I try hard to peep in my mind
I search through the book of my memories
I want to be reminded of days you'd got me a toy, bathed me and combed
I had excelled and you had applauded, encouraged and patted
but images fill with the day you departed
they're blurry and vague
disturbing and stained
with you, a half son had died
it all ended.
wait a second, my other mind said
it's not that easy
nothing would end
it brought me images that I asked for
cheered me with memories, of younger days
you looked young too, much energetic and strong
And I sat on your shoulder, on your vehicle as you drove along
I remember your own words
'don't say that it's bad
you were probably saved from the worse'
and I believe you
you might've gone away
but you might just be near
somewhere within, or right here
I collect those memories and converse
I wish I had said more, but I won't give up
I'll write for you to read
with the belief that you will...
