Of Death and Love.

I walk with you,

You said you want hotdog,

“Extra mustard please”

With your big broad smile.

We were about to cross the road,

My shoelace was untied,

And a bow down,

Bang!

And you are gone.

I swear with my heart and soul,

From that day on,

I hate Big Bikes,

And now you are safe in God’s hand,

But I miss you,

And your “ extra mustard please”

With that big broad smile,

I miss you Johnny,

Bon voyage...

p/s: For those whom their loved ones are gone. For you and me, reality sucks.