Incomplete

She may say, "I'm fine", He may say, "I'm okay", However, the void inside of them, Increases every day. They endeavour to carry on, Disguising their pain, Although knowing, Life won't be the same again. No parent should experience, The pain they're going through, The loss of their child, Of a love forever true. The emptiness they carry, Deep inside their souls, Nothing to complete the space, That once made them whole. She may say, "I'm fine", He may say, "I'm okay", However, a parent should never outlive their child, My heart is with them every day.