Oh My dear

The flashbacks are fine

Never a place to reside

Oh My dear You

You are no more

Life is not as before.

On Earth's great circle

We did meet often.

As was the anticipation

We moved a different path

From the common junction.

.

From one end of circle

I did look to the other.

The glimpses of the smile

Spurred me to action

Set the inertia into motion.

On the afternoon so fateful

I stand like silhouette

The memory looms over

Like misty haze on horizon.

I do lose my vision.

I have no experience with death.

Know not where it takes.

Up high above the sky

Deep down the earth

Nevertheless I will trace.

Before or after my death.