The sun
starts to mellow down; the days are getting shorter,
Your
favourite winter is coming, but you are not here.
All around
I see the multitudes jostling everywhere,
They
laugh, cry and breathe, oblivious that you are not here.
But
would things be different if you had decided to stay?
Would I
find more time for you or a kind word to say?
I know I
would not…I would have been busy night and day.
My love
for myself would have kept your thoughts at bay.
Now I look for you in the shadows and in the dark,
That's when my
skeptical self mocks and calls me a quirk.
Then I look again carefully where the light is stark.
But all
trace of life is gone forever without leaving a mark.
Some said that the soul is immortal and you are happy somewhere,
Some
said that’s wrong and beyond death there’s nothing there.
I know
only that the living role I knew as you has gotten over.
Your
daughter I still am, but my father you are no longer.
