just an airy absence of sounds now
even chirpy crickets are out
standing still are only slabs
of cemented towers
built for great loves
just a name neatly printed in style
spelled the marks of an ended life
of a soul that had to depart
a temporary dweller on earth
just passed
gone are the big bright smiles
gone are the long laughter that shines
only silence now surrounds
the house, the home where you've
lived and worked at
when will we see you again
when will we touch you again
when can we love you again
when... dad... pls. tell us
when...
But of course we knew that you can't... so rest in peace, dad...
This is an exception, no fun for me for this is truly a sad poem...
