I blinked then you are gone.

Now 10 years on, you appear, you smile.

That smile that melts my heart yet again.



The pain as real as it was then.

Did you get the chips, I playfully ask.

With a frown, a question you ignore.



Hello, how are you. I say.

OK you say, but not as good as you.

At your funeral, I blinked then you are gone.