I fall on my knees.
I bow my head into my hands and cry.
I did not wish for you to die.
I make my pleas.
To deafen ears.
You went away.
My worst fears.
You left this day.
I feel a shiver.
Running down my back.
I shudder.
At life’s bitter pill.
The cool breeze whispers words, only I can hear.
I wish for something, anything to deny the truth.
That you are no longer here.
Alas, there is nothing.
—Robert Confiant 9 October 2016
