Gazing outside the window

Overlooking the trees in sorrow

Under the deep blue sky

Lies the land that bids goodbye.


A couple of girls in seesaw

Running, jumping, laughing in awe

Simple things that will surely be missed.

Memories reminisced.


Street lamps blurry.

Vision foggy.

Car horns drowned.

Hearing frowned.


Night came,

Nothing’s gonna be the same.

Crows coo

We’ll surely miss you.