It's been thirteen years , but you didn't come
On your demise I was able to beleive what has happened,
Deep in my heart i had a faith that you would come back,
I never expected you to die,
Because I prayed to God then ( when you were on death bed combating meningitis ),
And God never unheard my prayers…..
Whats your father’s name ?
What does your father do ?
Questions like that horrify me, terrify me,
I am afraid of being confronted by our old house,
My day starts missing you and ends up doing the same…..
At that time I was eight ,
And now I am twenty one,
Its been thirteen years,
But you didnt come…
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