It's been years
since I last saw you,
It's been years
since I last heard your voice,
It's been years
since you left me forever,
It's been years
since I talked to you,
for one last time.
If only I had known,
that you won't be here anymore.

If only I could have realized,
that I'd see your face for the last time.
We probably would've talked
for a longer time,
if I knew I was fated to say goodbye.

I could've thanked you,
for all the care you ever showed to me.
I could've thanked you,
for the littlest gestures of empathy.
I wish you would've known,
that they were never unnoticed.
I wish you would've known,
that they form the warmest aspect,
of my grieving memory.

My memory still reminds me,
of our final day together,
when we sat on a swing,
and applauded the pleasant weather.
We sat mesmerized, in the awe of clouds,
miles away from the heartbreaking truth,
that you'd soon be a part of them too.

I remember you being afraid,
that I'd find it boring to be with you,
If only you knew,
that it was never true.

Now I long for just a few seconds,
of your safe presence.
as you watch me from above,
in the protection of heaven.

I still sit on that swing,
to breathe life into the belief,
that you still exist,
but test me by hiding.
I still think of that last moment,
and cry in your sweet remembrance.

With weakness of grief in my heart,
and strength of hope in my soul,
I wish to erase the day you breathed your last,
from my memory as a whole.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes,
as I fondly think of you,
and a butterfly sits on my shaking hands,
as though you're here to tell me,
that you're watching me too.

You softly pat me on my back,
for remaining strong and making it through,
as the aura feels familiar,
and the warm wind blows.
It's as if you try to wipe my tears,
and give me a sign that you're near.

Now I patiently wait,
with the wish to meet you again,
as I think of the good old days,
and hope to reunite with you,
somewhere far away,
in that blue sky we used to admire,
or the land of clouds and angels.

Oh my dearest friend,
I hope to see you again.
We'll talk of all things left incomplete,
peacefully enjoying each other's company,
in the surreal land of heaven,
when their won't be fear of separation,
we'll reunite when the universe calls me,
in the abode where you now reside,
we'll proudly smile and celebrate,
when I'll see you again.
~sk


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