Beneath the sky, I weep and wonder why,

The birds still sing, their melodies so bright,

While I, in grief, remain chained to the night.

How can they soar, their wings unburdened high?

The sun, relentless, paints the world in gold,

Its warmth a cruel reminder of your absence,

And I am left to bear the weight of silence.

For you, my love, have left this mortal fold.

The world spins on, indifferent to my pain,

As if it knows not of the void within my chest,

When all I feel is loss, devoid of rest,

How can it turn, oblivious and mundane?

So here I stand, beneath the boundless blue,

A broken heart, searching for a sign of you.