Ning

If you were here,
would things still be the same?
Or would we still take life for granted?

If you were here,
would the sky seemed bluer?
Or would the clouds be laced with thunder?

If you were here,
would pink still be your favourite color?
Or would you prefer the color a shade darker?

If you were here,
would you be kinder?
Or would adolescence at fifteen years make you tougher?

Seven years on,
with your presence gone.
I think you'd hoped,
to be able to make me happier.

Seven years on,
we have moved along.
This journey of life,
this life which should be part yours.

Seven years on,
you are with God.
A place we trust,
the pain no longer borne.

Seven years on,
I have moved along.
But you are still deeply missed,
by us all.

Miss you lots.