Diagnosed with something new,
Never before seen in a history of families,
A plague that overthrew
Not only my best friend, but countless others too.
I remember those days of walks in the gardens,
Watching golden bees flutter by, flowers yielding neon signs of ‘Spring.’
When life wasn’t such a burden.
When I could be as carefree and happy as I wanted to be without worrying.
But those days flew by too fast,
Leaving me behind without someone to walk with, talk with, laugh with.
To be myself is in the past,
And they say to move on.
How to move on?
When a friend of mine was encaptured by a thing called cancer…
When that means no more feeding fish in a lake, hand in hand, smiles on faces, herebyon?
But they say forget.
It’s hard they always say, but they don’t know that impossible is the truth.
But when I look among the stars,
I can see the glistening pearls of my grandfather’s teeth,
And then, I know he was and will never be gone to me.