Gone.

All is quiet and
no one dares to breathe a word,

Not many go in that room,
having the door closed is perferred.

Staring down into the empty bed,
where there was such sweet slumber,

Remembering all the memories,
days at the lake in the summer.

All I see is your sweet innocent face,
as you crack that smile,

Just to hear your sweet song once more,
I'd record it and put it on a music file.

Letting you go,
was one of the hardes things to do,

But I now accept,
that your days on Earth are through.