I mourn the day you left my side
and every day that emanates from that
day. It wasn’t fair — you being taken away
from me, and now I am forced to live
alone suppressed by your memory,
over powered by your mystery.
Sarah, why couldn’t you have been stronger?
Why couldn’t you have loved me enough
To stay; here; with me?
Maybe you had no choice, maybe you had to
leave, but all the same, I am left
lingering in your stale shadows.
That day, that day you passed,
my heart paused – a moment of silence
for the loss of someone irreplaceable.
You are truly magnificent; you are horribly missed.
I loathe the day you died, and every waking
moment that passes by is a reminder of the
unbearable pain. Sarah, I love you, and now,
I mourn you.