We will fight this until it’s gone, or the patient is gone
What if death wins?
They say she is in a better place,
But where does it leave me?
They say we are sorry for your loss,
But they cannot feel my pain.
They say: “It will get better”
Will it? When?
They say that God has a plan,
But what if he doesn’t?
They say we shall meet again,
But what if there is no after-life?
They say you must go on.
Why must I?
They say she will always be with you,
But no matter how hard I look, she is not there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem