The Quittance

It was a hot summer day
By the end of July
Not to mention it was dad’s birthday
That turned out to be full of cries
The formal feeling did never cease
Of boredom, fear and sorrow
Being unable to feel at ease
To stop thinking about tomorrow
What’s going on, I never knew
Until few hours before dawn
I wished Id guess why I’m in blue
Until I heard the rings of the phone
Mechanically, rushed out of bed
To see what’s being said
What’s being told on the phone?
Moments of silence
How long it’s been. I never knew
Before they mention about your quittance
Many hours or just a few
A time not likely to believe
Never imagined it would come true
The day that you did leave
The day id be without you