I remember the day when he left;
“Sleep well kid!”, were his last words.
But next afternoon, I found him asleep;
But his expression didn’t show any pain.
Whenever I evoke his final face, I feel proud;
Because he might not have been afraid to sleep.
I didn’t got time to kiss him goodbye;
Which makes my heart to split in pieces.

I wonder, "What would have been his final thoughts?"
He might have felt insecure about me?
What I am now, he might have...