On the day that would be his 20th birthday,
There is no celebration...
Continuously crying, never seeming to cease,
Wishing the inner pain would just decease...
You say you love me and trust me so much more
But now she's back, and you say you love her too...
Whenever I see the sky so blue
I always remember the smile of you...
The artwork of extreme sadness,
Isn't about the overcoming of despair...
Why do tears run down your face like abrupt...
Why does pain coat your face like a mask of...
distant noise registers as loudly
as my own thoughts- water running...
Subtle flickering flint of light
melting, lonely, in daylight...
I never understood how selflessly you could
love when it came to family until last...
I have tried to erase you from my memory -
but I drastically fail every time...
So tell me is it true..
Is it true...
Manoel died
and the world...