For Munchkin

Every night I feel
emptiness upon my chest
where you used to lie.

You bade me farewell
I knew, yet I pretended
everything was fine.

I wanted but could not bear
to hold you close as you go.



--- In memory of ---
Munchkin (03 August 2014)
first born and first love. Little Sunshine who loves lychees,
whose quiet intelligence and love for Pixie opened my heart to others.