It was a devastated moment in my life
How could this possibly happen?
It was decades since I it last spoke to him
But still, after such a long time, the battling among my thoughts reminds
I still remember how they did the autopsy of his body in front of my eyes
Why did I stay in the hospital in the first place?
The profound grieve of losing him will always follow me
It was not my fault! Stop blaming me! Please, just leave me alone!
I couldn’t help it, the cause of his death was suicide from asphyxia
The police found him in the woods dead and cold
The thing is, I always imagine that it’s in somehow my fault
I wish I could find a genie that could fulfill my wish and turn him alive again
But to be honest, it’s not needed because eventually we all will die one day
But why must some people die earlier than others? Why can’t we die at the same time as our beloved partners?