In the back of my cognition
A memory appears:
Such a treasured time
Such bittersweetness
A choir of children sing a chorus
But I see none?
Only one, singing for no one
Yet...everyone?
No words, no phrases
Just noises
So simple, so pure
My vision grows blurry
I no longer have his eyes
Therefore, I cannot see him
But on a rare night
I hear his song
Only to weep, another night