How someone could inflict this on us,
What are we going to do,
And how to make our life happy again,
Less like this present hell.
She hurts us,
This loved lost person,
We feel the emptiness,
Of the loss of someone we loved.
The broken heart,
The wet cheeks,
The empty stomach,
The livid face,
We scream,
We cry,
We write,
We ask ourselves,
How to continue?
To join her is not so much better?
She is there when it rains, when it snows,
She is there when th sun shines,
She haunts us everyday.
We say that it is not her fault,
But we still blame her,
With our puzzled pale face,
We wonder when she'll one day be our host...
In this white place,
On that day we will join her,
This person that more than anything we want to
See again, cherish her, and talk to her.
But when it will happen?
And how to survive until then?
She left without saying a word ...
But perhaps with her departure
A thousand words did she mean to say?
