The person who told me that you are sleeping, you're not death, passed away without telling me how to wake you up.
Now it's time for you to wake up so you could tell me that I'm strong and I'll be fine like you used to.
I wish I hugged you so tighter the time I last saw you, now I'm missing you so hard.
And every day without you has been hard, but on this day especially I can't help but think how much I wish you were here with me.
So that you could light up this dark room that I'm in and give me wisdom
so I could win maybe my soul will also live, because when your coffin was going down, my soul was on the ground waiting to be buried with you.
I find it so ironic that I wasted all these years not listening to you. But now that you're not here, I am living life exactly how you told me to. I will always treasure your advice.
'Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.'
I promise I'll be the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem