I once wrote a tale of siblings,
Of a cat and her favourite mouse,
A home and family they began together,
A brother, two sisters and a house.

Now silence consumes these rooms,
A place where we once walked,
Shared dreams and hopes and futures,
'round a lite stove where we talked.

You've left me and fled and run away,
To lands I can't quite follow,
You've left us both, our sister and I,
With sorrows and angers hard to swallow.

I've screamed all week in pain and woe,
Till my throat has bled,
My eyes cannot contain these tears,
Trekked rivers as they're shed.

It's not fair you've left without a word,
No final farewell or goodbye,
At least tell us why you've gone,
Instead of leaving us high and dry.

I want to be mad and hate you so,
But I've only got love you see,
We wanted you to stay with us,
But you wanted to be free.

I pray you're happy where you are,
An adventure all your own,
We'll be forever left waiting,
For you to come back home.


Penned by my hand on Closday, the 20th of Omeian, in the year 7 AC.