Losing The Loved One

When we were all told,
It came as a big shock,
I suddenly felt old,
It sounded like a huge knock.

I began to become all weak,
After I heard those few words,
I just couldn't speak,
I'd sit and listen to the birds.

Could this really be true?
I'd sit there and weep,
What shall I do?
Was I awake or just asleep?

Maybe it was all a dream,
Or my imagination,
My tears were running down like a stream,
Every time I'd remember, I'd lose my concentration.

I always ask myself why?
I guess death comes in turns,
It was their turn to die,
Deep inside me, it really burns.

Death is something that occurs,
It's not something you choose,
But what's worse?
Someone you love, you lose.