A bond we shared,

of love, of care.

She was my ‘to be blamed‘,

She was my ‘to be dedicated‘.

Fight with laughter; annoy with joy.

A thread so certain; yet uncertain.

For years, it’s been.

I still cry.

In memory of her, my tears just don’t dry.

This vaccum in mind, in heart in soul…

what remains?

…but days to mourn.

This universal truth haunts, For those who leaves, never returns.