Questions

You left before I knew you well.

You had known of me all my life.

Did you learn who I was?

What I believed?

That despite all the storms you caused, I loved you anyway?

Who where you?

I know you are a part of me.

That your family lives on in me.

What did you believe?

What stories died with you, that you wanted to tell me?

What memories died with you?

What knowledge in your heart?

If you lived again what would you say?

What would you do, if you lived today?

Would everything be the same?

Unanswered questions is all you left me.

Your legacy is that I know nothing.

All my memories fill not even a corner of my mind.

All of your sickness.

They end when you died.