As the sun set in the evening, and its the turn for the moon to shine,
I looked at the garden you always play,
And saw that your absence can be felt by the flowers in our garden,
As thy withered and turn brownish, not watered,
Abandoned and left to slide into oblivion, due to your absence
It has been a month you packed your bags and left,
You never said goodbyes, just a letter left on the kitchen table,
Saying why you will never come back home anymore,
saying how unhappy you were living all alone as the walls become cold light becomes dim,
cold with malice and hate, from a lover who was never there.
As i watch as the sun set, even our cats could feel your absence,
as they look at my face for answers, i look at the heavens for solutions,
their eyes questioning, my minds filled with grieve.
watching as the night falls, for a glimpse of your return .
