When I die, Express all you feel As it may not ease the pain Nor will it shorten it But it will make others wonder: What is grief, What is the deepest hurt one can feel, But trapped regret? The silence so full with the unspoken heading that brings The hopeless longing It grasps us in our dreams and our happiest moments It shows us that person It paralyses us so we can't look away from their eyes- So we have to feel their lifeless touch, Making us forget that the room is empty, No souls live there anymore- They dissolved into our own tears as they left, Forming a puddle One that some may call bittersweet But I could only describe it as nostalgic For I know that every memory hides fondness somewhere