It's they who die...

A long time ago,

a little girl in a car 

looked out of the window

at the dark sea

the mellow stars in the night sky.

while he sang in the background

a strong baritone

that crooned in her ears.

therapeutic.

calming.

haunting her days,

during history and Math,

PT and Arabic. 

while she learned from him,
the story of pain,
and of the open-eyed
dreams.

But, once in a few years,
comes a year,

when many people die,

when livers are eaten and

brains bleed.

People you have known,

people you have heard about,

famous people,

unfamous people.

taking their innovations and

their genius with them,

Leaving behind

the carcasses, and

a void in our lives.

Now he is gone.

With him her music,

his lyrics that she sang
in solitary nights, but
she still dreams, looking
at the stars,
and now writes stories
of pain.