This is a poetry dedicated to someone who left for his heavenly adobe.

Nothing can replace his existence. Someone so dear and someone who was so near.

We Miss You…

Each of us, who has lost someone can connect to it.

 

You taught me to always be up for learning something new

You taught me how to be strong and how to stand tall,

You taught me to believe in my dreams and pursue them fighting all odds.

You taught me to be independent and to walk on what is true

 

You didn’t teach me what to do when you are gone,

You didn’t teach me how to stay strong without you.

You didn’t teach me how to be independent without your belief,

You didn’t teach me how to learn new things without you.

 

How should I cope with the irreplaceable loss, the void, the feeling of your absence,

How should I understand that I am strong if even the minute feeling of happiness reminds me of you?

How should I be excited about my birthday, when I know that this year I won’t be getting a handwritten letter from you,

How should I celebrate the little bundle of joy when I know you aren’t around to be a part of it.

 

There are times when I feel so lost that not even the light can guide me home

The times when I bury myself in your memories and try to gather every piece that includes you

The moments when the pain gets so unexplainable that I cannot even shout for help

The times when I have the quest to search for you, to see you and to tell you how much I need you around.

 

I then get angry at myself to let you in my life, to let you in my soul,

I did all of that despite knowing that one day you would secretly go.

You will leave without looking back, to a place, I won’t even be able to trace

And that is what happened, that is how my worst nightmares got its life.

 

I wear a mask of being strong, of showing the world that it’s okay.

But even if you look inside, the thinnest layer can also speak,

That no I am not okay and I fail terribly to put the mask on.

That every achievement, every moment reminds me of you.

 

You were an integral part of my life and you left without any notification,

You just left not thinking about your little girl, your partner in crime.

I can give in anything if it means I can hear your ‘hello’ once again,

But it hurts to know that I owe nothing that can allow this wish to come true

 

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
—Euripides