the "survivor"

I'm asking you now, the person I will name

God, didn't you hear my prayers every day?

The youth deserves more than an empty hope 

and grey, 

but rather a future, one cherishing every day.

The hope of that light vanished, gasping her 

final breath

But rather than one of great force, it was small, 

effortless.

Almost too silent to hear, but I heard it, she said:

Why did all my days have to come to an end?

A tear falls, but not from her eyes.

Not when you didn't just take her life, but also

took mine.

And every day as I feel my life coming to an

end, 

All I every wonder is: when?

Life drags me by chains of regrets and 

memories, 

Rather than enjoyment, I live in secrecy.

Trapped in a past of beauty and grace

All I ever do is yearn to see your face, 

Selfish as it may be I must say,

I can't wait to see you someday.