It’s been a week since we said bye
And every single day I cry

I wish that I could contact you
Just to ask you “How are you?”

“Do you hurt? I know I do
Tell me what you’re going through”

“Let me go peacefully”
That’s what you had said to me

So all I do is think of you
And write a poem per day, or two

So does it help, I cannot say
Hopefully it will one day

Until it does I, I’ll carry on
Hoping that you’re not completely gone