Every Night

And in the middle of the night, I would hold my pillow tight. I looked up in the ceiling, as my tears falling. It was keeping me awake, how long will this nightmare take? every detail I still remember, how my life changed on a late December. Struggling w/ myself, to understand what he felt, But it was clear, even if nobody would dare to say, what took his life that month of May. It was suffering & pain, that collided w/ the rain. one year, but seems to be eternity, On how to handle the cruel reality. It was the dawn of day break, that I woke up during his wake, to see if everything was real, to know the numbness that I feel. And it was never easy, to wait & see. how our life will be, Or how I would let his soul free. Every night I would still feel this way, hoping that he stayed. The tears blurring my sight, of the longing I feel every night.