to George

I still feel pain, 
But not because I lost you
But because of you- the one who’s lost.
I lost a friend- you lost yourself.
Let’s play a game- hide and seek, it’s called. 
It is just a simple one, an old one though
You play the one, who hides,
And I will count- 1, 2, 3 months, and years passed, I found you,
Finally, but was that you? I doubt.
I found you- or should I say just part of you- a few remains. 
That’s all I found. Ah, yes, almost to forget -your soul- but evil one.
The simple game was easy, you knew the rules.
And now you try to find the lost- but soul you never find-
you either have it, or you don’t.
Then why? Should I cry?
I cry for you- I will play, but for what sake should I do? You lost.
Yourself. Your soul. And me……….