The Unfulfilled Wish

By pure heart, he does not know you

Though your tales echoes silently

Among the arms you once held dear

Five days to a quarter of his life

Breath silently vanished from you

No sting or burn he felt then

For he never really knew you

Though he silently looked at you

And knew you were gone.

Should he cry? He asked himself

For Death should his might to him

For the first time ever.

And silently, of unknown confusion

He silently shed a tear

Not for you but for the other's cries

Had pierced his heart

All the while, he held your mother's hand.

With silence and Innocence attempts to console her.

But in depth, he knew he needed an arm the most.

Now, another quarter to his life,

Blank he stood at night

Looking up at the stars

And silently whispering a wish

But a wish is just a wish

That you'd be alive just five more days