Someone comes towards me,
its like a bullet.
I grab your hand,
you smile at me.
You shoot them,
and turn to me.
You fly with me home,
and clear up the skies.
You bring me the sun,
and give me hugs.
You grab my hand,
then let it go.
The storm comes back,
and I'm alone.
I get shot at,
the pain hurts.
I miss my sunshine,
but I know it wont return.
I sit by the phone,
it never rings.
I sit by windows,
and never look away.
The pain gets worse,
but I cant leave.
I try to be strong,
but its hard to fight.
I look up,
but I'm down.
I see blue.
I never see yellow,
or even orange.
Its black all around,
and it hurts.
I close my eyes,
and see you.
I open my eyes,
and see the ones I love.
I cant leave,
so I stay,
And just hope
to see you another day.
For my mother, who went threw a tough time when her closest brother pasted away.
R.I.P. Arturo Romos 1974-1996
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