That no matter how hard I try to feel alive, a part of me already died. If I could only talk to you or even see you for a fraction of a second, I will. What will I give to hold you and touch the warmth of your existence? Everything I have. I only make sense because you brought me to life. You are gone forever. I am here left to my own devices. Left to meditate on my own life without reference. Some would say I am a strong person. Not a hint of grief. Not a sign of weakness. You bequeathed me with a rare gift. Your strength and grace I will forever live for. Sometimes I wake up to the truth of my own sadness. I am pulled out of my sleep to face the reality of life without you. I go on without question, without protest. But I go on with wonder. What is there left to do in a world without you? Reasons are hard to come by specially on days that I remember you. On places we both went to. Or on jokes we laughed to. I am forever broken by the loss of you. Forever. I look forward to the day I will see you again Mama. I will see you again.