absence.

Someone once asked me, "What would you do if they were gone?"

My answer is simple. There will come a day where they are taken away from me. There will come a day where I stop worshipping at their feet. There will come a day when they no longer do what they do. There will come a day, when there are no more 'i love you's'

And there might also me a day where they are taken away from me too soon. Not purposely, but maybe tragically.

And in those days, The sun will no longer radiate warmth, My head; a mass of black matter. Words aren't words they're white noise. Songs aren't songs they're eulogies. Photos aren't photos they're the ghost of what i once used to have.

You promised forever, but why did you leave me so soon? In a blink of an eye, gone. Everything i once knew.

And if that tragic day comes. The sky, there is none but one star. That star, will be only you.