On that day the birds were chirping
Dogs were barking
Children were outside laughing
Parents were watching them laughing along with them
All oblivious to the one house
The house that has a blanket of silence bundling it
Wrapped so tight that it was suffocating
But if you listen carefully enough
You can hear someone whispering
Whispering three cursed words that would haunt everyone
"He is dead..."
He had been dead for three days
Three days had gone and pass
Days in which I carried on like nothing was wrong
Because to me nothing was wrong
The children still played
The birds still sang
The world still spun
Yet he wasn't here anymore
I wanted to scream and shout
"Stop! How can you all be fine, he is gone, nothing is fine!"
All the adventures we planned to go on
All the hobbies we said we'd do
All the promises he couldn't keep
The worst part of all this
Is that I am beginning to forget
Forgetting the adventures
The promises
How his face looks
How his voice sounded
How I will never actually get to see him again
Despite the fact that he was so happy
Despite the fact that the doctors said he was getting better
Despite the fact that he worked so hard
He still died, even on a sunny day in April