Four years today

How can it be

So quickly two

Became just me

How many breaths

How many sighs

How many tears

Flowed from these eyes

What harm this little isle of love

Amidst a world whose pain is legion

Is it just some spectator from above

Who beholds without a reason

Is personal joy somehow an outrage

Is happiness a crime

Must we all offer up a sacrifice

At some arbitrary time

Some memories are a blessing

But they cannot fill the void

And sharing them alone

They are seldom re-enjoyed

Four years today . . . how can it be