The toys are put away
No heads to kiss...

A rose
Picked in vain...

Rewriting,
Reciting...

It seems not long ago
That I ran down halls...

I loved the sight of your smile
The luminosity of your eyes...

There she stood
Not more than 4 feet away...

She sat in her chair
Just beeming...

I never knew what true happiness was
Until I found you...

If you died tomorrow
I would not feel sorrow...

Their eyes transfix on my beautiful jewelry
Of saphire blues, fiery reds, and pearlescent...

I talked big about always being there
I promised a shoulder for every tear...

Dad, go wash the dishes
Because I'm not here to slave away at the sink...