I hear the dropp of a tear,
I turn with the look of fear,
And I see that you have seen the death add in the paper,
It’s not what was meant to be,
You were meant to grow old and wrinkly with me,
It takes a while for it to sink in,
That you’re gone,
And you’re not going to walk through the door,
It kills me inside,
To no that you wont be coming back,
I can’t bear the thought of you not coming back to me,
Why?
Why did you leave me?
Why did you leave me all alone?
I just want to say good bye,
One last good bye…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem