My Days

My days Sunday, January 28,2018 8: 46 AM I almost broke down The walls were known But I felt lonely and alone The happy days were gone Why some one should die? And force some one to lie Hide the truth And provide no proof She was real worth But left void after death I try to fill vaccume But all the memories are not exhumed "You will cry" She used to say Now she is almost far and away I have nothing left except to cry I live in absentia and try to adjust I have devoted many articles to her I put everything in words to offer My feelings and let her know I blow the trumpet and allow the sadness to go Is it easy toforget? And let The sweetmemory to disappear When she was so close and near