Why is the sky so grey?
You could have stayed for one more day.
Why did you to go away?
There was so much more left to say.
Why do I have to pay?
With my heart aching, bound in clay.
Why has the sun lost its rays?
It’s warmth left, it took you away.
Why am I left with pain?
Unable to function, get through the day.
Why do they remain?
Light indentations where once you lay.
Why didn’t you think to say?
You struggle, afraid to face another day.
Why did you write,” it’s ok”?
Not listening to what you say.
Why is the sky so grey?
Because; you’ve passed away?
Breda Ware
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