It'd be day time or perhaps at night,
Without a sound from a knock.
When the eyes lose light,
At the exact unknown o'clock.

I'd be alone or with thousand strangers,
And be decently docile or dyingly defiant.
But If I feel tears in my loved ones eyes,
There'd be a sessile smile from my heart.

To face the ultimate phantom phase,
of an irreversible separation.
The junction between "is" and "was"
is the space between sight and creation.

The sharp edge of the sword,
slicing through the lifeless soul.
I'll embrace life on the other side
Should love make loved ones whole.