Death Never Says Good-bye
Tell me to whom can I complain?
Tell me, who can I yell at,
so that they could bring you back?
What price would I have to pay,
just to see your smile again?
What can I give, just to hear your voice,
to feel the warmth of your embrace?
Which angel do I throttle
so that they could return you to me?
Is it selfish for me to think these things?
Should I envy the stars, the heavens,
because you're now theirs?
How could you leave?
We had so much left to do.
I know I should be strong,
but I've run out of glue.
I know I should be stable,
but the foundation is cracking.
Knowing that you'll never call,
leaves this life severely lacking.
No more laughter, no more tears,
no more sorrow, no more fears.
No more 'hello's, or messages left
No good-byes,
I am here, bereft.
I miss you.
