GONE

It’s so quiet in this house you can hear a tear drop

now that you’ve gone.

It’s so still in this house you can feel the air whispering

now that you’ve left.

It is so empty in this house I can barely fill my shoes,

now that you’ve moved on.

Gone girl…

Gone son…

Gone love…

Who I was, gone too.

I should wash my self of my self,

Be like the melting snow.