That's what you are.

Gone. Your name is

disappearing day by

day from my mind.

It has been ten

years.

Adelina and Theo

saw your grave, we decorated

it with different colors, hoping

that the colors will shoo away

any speck of sadness you left

behind.

But there are moments,

where they look at me,

with their wide and soulful

eyes and ask:

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

They want to know where

you are.

I want to know too.