I thought I wouldn’t write, but now I think I must,
Too many memories that face the fate of dust.
I promised 15 days, and 15 moments of life,
But there’s sinking feeling, cutting like a knife.
Don’t end, don’t go, it’s too hard to believe,
That better moments can come, is just naïve.
My family, my home, I am lost now for sure,
You made this place possible to endure.
I’ll look up at the night sky, to find you afar,
But be safe and be happy, wherever you all are.
Moving on is a myth, but so is this great pain,
It’s so sweet, that I could drink it like the rain.
Too many memories that face the fate of dust.
I promised 15 days, and 15 moments of life,
But there’s sinking feeling, cutting like a knife.
Don’t end, don’t go, it’s too hard to believe,
That better moments can come, is just naïve.
My family, my home, I am lost now for sure,
You made this place possible to endure.
I’ll look up at the night sky, to find you afar,
But be safe and be happy, wherever you all are.
Moving on is a myth, but so is this great pain,
It’s so sweet, that I could drink it like the rain.
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