Crying and grieving
When shadows occur.
Which is quite deceiving
When everything happens in a blur.
She heads out
Wishing I had said bye.
I could’ve given a SHOUT but,
Now I am left to cry.
Grieving is like a virus
That leaves aching pain
It sticks and stays in the gyrus
That keeps us from being humane.
Months have past and we don’t mourn her
But I can still feel her, in the corner.