Half a Year

Half a year

has gone by

and still

sometimes

I shed a tear

at night

just for you

my unforgotten friend.

Your body's buried

but still you live

in our memories

and hearts.

If that even makes sense anymore.

Half a year

and I still ask

"Why?"

"What if you were still here?"

Half a year.

Half a year.

Feels like more...