Your smell is within my walls, your voice is heard in my head from our usual calls.
You held me when nobody did, on your shoulders I cried, and behind your back I hid.
I felt safe when you were around, now the silence is holding me down to the ground.
Your house is empty and your bed is well made. Where have you gone? I don't want our memories to ever fade.
The kitchen is dusty, and all the food in it now is crusty. Your chair is waiting for you, and so is your couch.
Time stopped, but the clock never gave up ticking, my life ended when yours did, but why is my heart still beating?
We all stopped moving , but the flowers never stopped growing, nor did the sun wait to shine, and here the wind wouldn’t stop blowing.
A stone is not a thing I thought I'd talk to, nor did my mother think she would, but here we are sharing all you missed cause at least now we could.