A month has gone past
Yet it seems longer
But at the same time
It seems, only yesterday,
You were at the club,
Catching up.
But it gets worse
Tomorrow you would be 73,
I still look to wards the sky
And i ask why,
Why you did it?
Why like that?
What drove you to?
Why leave everyone you love and who loves you?
I just don't understand
It gets easier as days pass,
But it remains hard.
