Wandering
I like to let my mind wander,
let it contemplate and ponder,
past the unanswered questions,
by all the forgotten suggestions,
over the memories bridge,
further than intellects faded ridge,
to a hurtful but protected thought,
the one that makes me distraught.
The one thing I feared the worst,
you dying and being buried first.
I often let my mind wander,
to that one thing I often ponder,
never to be lost to my mind,
why was I left alone behind?