My mind is thoroughly distorted
with your loss,
I’m fortunate it’s a dream.
Losing you is just a retroaction
that I can call absurdity.
I’m in agony to admit that
you were deprived of this life.

Is it possible to discover
a person like you,
to recover again
the solid reassurance you were?
I’m still reminiscing about how
happy you were,
but now your departure has left me crappy.