"You look familiar",
a whisper said.
I turned around
And your saturation hit me
like never before, your
Blessed light, intensity;
Misty fog and a smile
I recognized your face
Of course, I always would
Ran over to hug you but
An arm suddenly grabs
My shoulder, a tight
and dark grasp; and
it's owner
Says:
"Little one, you do
Not belong here, now.
So why don't you
Come with me, where
You belong?"
Never have I ever
Belonged anywhere, and I
Just wanted to be
In your arms
And suddenly, I realise;
You are dead.
As dead as it gets.
And I couldn't go on
Without you, so now...
Now I believe the tales,
Now it's my turn to go
Now I see that
You belong
Here.
And I?
I realised.
He said I belong to that one place
Where people go, according
To these tales
When they miss
Someone too much
And do the sin.
The deep underground.
And I realised,
A few decades couldn't
Measure with
Never seeing
you again.
And despite all, I
Ask myself, will I
Ever belong?