Leaving my side. Saying goodbye. Hugging your blanket. Holding tears inside. Risking your life. Complaining all night. No, it won’t work. I hold you so tight. “Much love” I will send. I will miss you quite much. Put the dent to my heart. “You will be missed.” “My love,” he would call me. The secret he held. The only true love. The love, it must go. “Much love, you will be missed.” He spoke with such tone. Never to end. But we may let it go. Keep it inside. Never to leave. Cherish so deep. Close to my heart. You are so brave. “Much love” will be sent. “You will be missed.” He spoke from down so deep. It came from his heart. The truth that he may hold. He sang me to sleep. Peaceful at last.