This poem is not related to my own life .

5 Years

I can still hear your laughter…
See the sun in your hair…
The only difference is that you are not here
Don’t tell me to get over it…
Don’t tell me to forget…
Been five long years, and I’m not over it yet.

I feel my fingers stroking your hair…
Soft warm kisses on my cheeks…
All over now…
Don’t tell me to get over it…
Don’t tell me to forget..

Dead inside…
I wander aimlessly…
Why do I keep breathing?
Why does my heart still beat?
Can’t get over it…
Can’t forget…
Five short years- the life of my child.