Good Grief
The room looks the same
Like it froze in a frame
Nothing has been moved or touched.
Not a speck has been knocked.
Since you've been gone.
The bed still tidy
Trophies still stand mighty.
Desk collecting dust
My heart is still a bust.
Since you've been gone.
Memories play like a show.
Playing in the snow,
Foot prints are carved in the ground
Where you finally laid down.
Since you've been gone
The marking now stands as it should.
I wish I could;
Pull you out from under.
Wake you up from your slumber.
Since you've been gone.
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