What is it, can you hear?
Is it a shriek, he asks
Leaving my lips, a faint whisper
And I ask:
What is it that we lost?
What is it, can you see?
Is it blood,he asks
Running down,it hits the ground
And I ask:
What is it that we lost?
What is it, can you feel?
Is it your scent, he asks
Fading from my body,
the last of my fragrance
And I ask:
What is it that we lost?
What have you done,he cries
Kissing my forehead, last of my warmth
And I ask:
What is it that we lost?
Why did you do it, he wails
Holding my body, my soul departs
And I asked:
What is it that we lost?
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
