I have countlessly dreamt,
I have unboundedly imagined,
That the day would come,
when you're truly gone.
But never did I expect,
the way you took your last breath,
At rest on my lap,
head up above,
Searching for my eyes,
looking within as to how my heart cries.
I never understood the language of grief,
until I've lost the butterflies out of my grip.
Oh its been a year and also two,
when both of you bid farewell,
the clouds turned grey, the shadow reigns.
But never have I let myself drown in despair,
for I truly know you have finished your race,
Awaiting for the promised life beyond compare,
Where the chosen one's will meet each other once again.
