The Year of Deaths

How could the hours go on
The days move on, people walk on?
They don’t know someone just lost
Oblivious of the space suddenly empty
A breath dissipating into thin air
Until it is no more, no trace no scent
No tangible left behind.

Pain becomes ephemeral
As life spins faster and faster
As if a sin to feel more than enough;
You weep but silently
Shaking but still, numbly
Alone in your sorrow
Standing on a hill watching
The city lights they just burn.

And the hours go on
The days move on, people rush on.