THE LOSS

Everytime it strikes 6pm with its roar,
I hope you'll be walking through that door,
To embrace and hold us as we soar,
Up in the sky just as we adore……

Everytime we sit at the table,
Your place feels cold like seashore pebbles,
My tears infringe like sorrowful rabble,
Searching for answers that are liable…….

Everytime we gather together,
Your absence wails emptiness that always patter,
Create obscurity that's hard to recover,
Your memory is gonna last forever……..