The buds of deceiving failures,
Made into a garland of sorrow.
The game of an uncertain move,
For which the conclusion, I couldn't draw...

The destiny made us meet
Wasn't accepted by time,
So it played its role precisely,
Now you only exist in my rhyme...

You were going through the mess,
A huge burden of complications,
You hesitated to share,
'Cause you feared the conclusions...

Seasons passed, You suffered,
Letting me nothing to know,
You carried this burden till the end,
And never let your eyes show
The pain you were going through...

Was I a fool or a coward?
Who never discussed this,
Even the simple signs I ignored,
And the odd happenings that I miss...

The grief of loosing you,
Is killing me from inside.
I could never share your pain,
Leaving you alone when you cried...

That terminal disease took you from me,
I wasn't able to show the love you've shown,
I wish I could say these words to you,
That I won't let you cry alone...




© Brave soul