We say we love them.
And we most certainly do.
Then comes the end of their time.
We are not there. We are never there.
One by one, my elderly passed away.
Today still, my heart runs astray.
Neither my mind nor my heart
Is able at any peaceful point to find
The means to console me on my own way
They face death alone . . .
Leaving an unfillable void in our soul.
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 11.29.2019