Blend and coat the trim memory,
the ground is sadly moving to have all emotion in it,
that note of leaves and birds are silent,
you fled holding hand and laughing eyes slowly vanishing,
you fall in miscellaneous words which makes us,
the mind is still juggling with recalls,
you left with young skin fresh blood and the pain beyond my thinking,
all who knew who is not new,
one who needs to rest now needed to die.
You left I cry my happiness my emotion my love my care and in me,
something will disappear.
Confessions
