Like dreams that are forgotten,

or winds whispering through hair,

one night you were gone,

I can only sit and stare.

No chance to say goodbyes,

In the middle of the night,

Timing far too late,

your soul had taken flight.

I have no understanding,

How can you not be here?

To laugh at my silly jokes,

Or wipe away my tears.

Still in denial,

This cannot all be real

What my head is saying,

Is not what my heart can feel.

How can this happen?

When still life goes on.

I feel so weak inside,

Yet expected to be strong.