As I sat glaring through the curtain
Dark shades of history are still uncertain
Leaving behind an empty space.

Stumbling down ill stricken hallways with a dangling hope
A teardrop glides down its last *****
This harsh reality taken by surprise.

Never forgetting the day
Tragedy was just a phone call away
Wishing I could pick up the pieces.

It only seems like the other day you gave up the fight
Your black and white memory will last until we reunite
My deepest emotions, too vexatious to hide.