Why did you have to die,
and leave me here behind?
I know I should not cry,
but your memories flood my mind.
I'm still searching for the key,
or the purpose for this life.
But answers I don't see?
Death cuts me like a knife.
Did you know I love you?
Or what you meant to me?
There's nothing I can do,
Life is as it will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem