That's what you are.
Gone. Your name is
disappearing day by
day from my mind.
It has been ten
years.
Adelina and Theo
saw your grave, we decorated
it with different colors, hoping
that the colors will shoo away
any speck of sadness you left
behind.
But there are moments,
where they look at me,
with their wide and soulful
eyes and ask:
"Daddy, where's mommy?"
They want to know where
you are.
I want to know too.