The world lights the moonless night,
While grief still blinds my teary sight,
Darkness silenced by celebrative booms,
Yet I am deafened by dread and gloom,
No matter the occasion and creativity,
Without you, there can be no festivity,
All I do is remember your visual,
Abiding your legacy, follow your ritual,
In the hope of becoming a little spiritual,
So the abstract, you, feels a bit perpetual.
Happiness in your absence is never actual,
It’s even far from being called factual
All I dream is one of a long night,
Filled with pain and yearning plight,
No matter my efforts, the result is the same,
We part ways in a tragic endgame
Such is the story of most special nights
They don’t seem festive or any bright
Once cheerful, they now seem un right
Ever since you got lost in the long night.

Dedicated to my sweetest dearest loveliest mommy , my everything!