To Onde Onde Who Stayed For Six Weeks.

We never speak of that hour.
When ripen fruit turned quickly sour.
Hunger heals slow in time,
With no one blamed for this crime.

No day left here to celebrate.
No reason here to congregate.
No name to place upon this grave.
No memories for us to save.

We lost a life we never had,
And felt a different kind of sad.
Though we'll grow strong through all these pains,
Yet still the hollow nest remains.

~Hollow Nest by Scott Hartman~