Can you give back?

Who I consider an aunt...

I don't want your pity,
Or sympathy,
All I want is Aunt Bunt Back,
The old lady I knew,
The fart I thought of when Red Robin came over,
The Aunt I asked about when she wasn't there,
Why was she taken when people needed her so?

I needed her so...

The stories she told me,
I member them some but not all,
Not even related and she would watch over me,
Aunty why'd you go?

Can't you please come back, by some miracle?
A beacon of hope is what I want,
The only thing I see,
Is the star for her...?

Can you give back?

Who was my aunt...?

Taken away because she may have been ready?
God, all I can as is why?

All I can do is sit here and feel numb,
The feeling or knowledge of it never sinking in,


She's Gone...