I stare at the white ceiling
When the fan spins in a circle
with tears drops falling
From the glands in my eyes
the sorrow of loss
buries me six feet deep
with no pain to feel
no emotion to feel
no energy to live
oh, why did you leave
when you made me promise
before I left for the battlefield
to return back in one piece
and lift you again with my arms
swirl you around the hall
play the old piano tiles
Ride the bike you liked
why did you cross the river
without waiting for my arrival
before I see you at your best
why did you leave
without any goodbye kisses
and the hugs you showered me with
but now all I see is you
in the shape of a constellation in the galaxy
smiling at us from far, far away