When someone dies, do their memories fade, or their presence exude
The last thing he wore, or the first time I saw his eyes meet mine
Was is it his hair, his height, or simply the person he was to me
Does it just die, will it be reborn, into something I've never known of
When somebody close to us dies, does it block the mind, does one fail to think or do the words just collide
And what about being lost, the consequent mistakes, the loss no one seems to understand
The words that surround, the rumours and gossip which takes place, actions done in emotional feel good way
Do the neurons stop functioning somewhere down the line, or does everything just get cold
Do the feels evaporate or is the soul, that denies any feeling because all is sold
Will the world ever be mine again, will the flowers bloom, will the grass look green and the sky blue
When the world narrows down to one person, and that person ceases to exist
No words are left in memory, and old sayings become world play in terms of gifts
The silence is so vast, those are the only moments recolected
The memory falls short, and everything after feels like destructive memories
Creation after Death, is hard for the mind to comprehend
The issues become diverse, and the root remains like a parallel
What do you do , when somone dies, accept defeat infront of human eyes
or hold your head high, and forget you ever soared
you ever loved, and ever felt like he was mine.
