It is never easy
To deal with them passing on
And it's so much harder
To tell yourself they're gone
The pain you feel
Just won't go away
And even time will not
Let you forget the ache
You may heal but
There's always still a hole
One little memory that remains
A bullet in your soul
But you can't stop
What must go on when
They have to go and all
You can do is remember them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem