What is more saddening?
To be unable to see you for the last time
Or to leave no flowers at your grave.
When others returned at recovery,
I had hopes you will too
The day turned black;
Deafening silence around
Wishing all I heard would be untrue
It was when the soul was taken from you.
It seems like you are out,
Would be coming home late
Even if I waited a hundred years
My misery would remain in its actual state.
For the lifetime I will question why
You couldn't get a proper funeral
Since then I started wearing black
For that day it couldn't happen so
Lucky are those who get to mourn at people's grave
Rather than having none
Where shall I place the rose of our eternal love?
Where shall I find the tombstone of your name?
A virus took away your life
And I am unable to see you again.
I curse its existence,
Countless lives traumatic to lose their beloved.
I could not take care of you when you fell ill,
You pushed me away,
Said me to stand still,
You do not know how I craved to touch you,
I wouldn't care if my life would be taken along with you.
You distanced yourself from me before they took you away,
People gave me hope,
Reassuring words the least they could say.
The home already felt lonely,
Now it has consumed me with your absence.
You welcomed your death being brave
Now where shall I go?
Where would I find your grave?
Where shall I place the flowers that we grew?
Even if I survive this
Your absence makes me dead inside.
I couldn't have that last privilege
To look at the soil that covered you
All I have are our memories,
That constantly plays in my head in loop
Oh! What this abhorrent parasite has done
Uprooted relations, made souls lonely
Oh great precious time, revise yourself
Return the souls, hear my plea.