Bittersweet
We chanced to meet
No point in asking why.
I’m sure you’d say
A better day
Awaits you when you die.
You’re here; you’re gone.
We’ll carry on.
We have no other choice.
The house is still
A bitter pill
To never hear your voice.
Bittersweet’s
No trick-or-treat.
I know it’s time to go.
But what we’d pay
For you to stay.
Dear God, we’ll miss you so!