Goodbye

Someone in a broken family, someone died

This,
A photo of us,
A happy family of three.
We love each other a lot,
Now we've all grown up.

Now,
There is only two.
I miss him,
I looked up to him.

But,
He's gone.
I wish he was here,
It's lonely just me and her.

I think of the memories we have made,
I laugh.
I think of the bad memories,
I cry.

Sometimes I cross old photos,
Like this one.
There's always that tug,
To makes tears.

Oh,
The pain of the word,
Goodbye