on the day you die,
the moon weeps and the stars stop twinkling,
the night is sinking into an ocean of misery.
I hear our Aleisha crying,
while hugging a bouquet of white peonies.
I hear our Jacob humming,
singing a lullaby we used to dance to.
on the day you die,
Sunday morning no longer smells like curry,
Perth Glory loses their number one fan,
McDonald's stops receiving weird request–
vanilla ice cream on cheeseburger.
our backyard is merely an empty space,
filled with silence the campfire can't blaze away.
you are my sunshine, my moonlight,
and all my sparkles
you are my serenade, my refrain,
and all my melodies
I am sorry for leaving you ten years ago,
but I swear that was the last time.
on the day you die,
heaven opens its gate wide, wide for you
the angels march on a parade,
their flowers bloom as they dance to your beauty,
as I whisper in God's ear,
"She is the love of my life!"
"Which life?" He asks.
"Every life."
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PoetryI write because nobody listens. --- A poem collection Written in 2 languages EN/ID Updated (almost) daily © 2020 by ohjuliette - Highest rank: #2 in poems [June 05-09, 20] #1 in words [June 10-13, 20]
