The garden does not sprout with joy anymore
No more do the corridors roar with laughter
I do miss you calling my name
I do regret now,
Regret that I never really cared about myself
Never should I have let you go
Now I simply sit on this dusty porch,
My long lost life, now i see,
It seems to be heaven
A place where I was surrounded by your father and my son,
The son who once held these fingers
They weren't always this wrinkled
How you would them tight
I saw you fall,
The way you looked at me with those tears
I too fall now
Where is my support?
I too have tears
I wonder who sees them?
But it's okay my dear,
There still is this chair of yours,
Perhaps just like me, he too waits in this silence
But don't look back my son,
The chair and I,
The two of us, may share the solitude
-Resurgam
