I think as I sit gazing,
At what’s left of you.
You’re at a place marked by a stone
And silence serene.
To me, you speak,
Through the new friends you’ve made,
The wind, the breeze or the air.
I feel your voice soften my ears,
As silence the place.
You ask me to find the smile
I lost with you.
The love I was deprived of.
I try to relent,
And find that love again.
Suddenly I find it impossible,
Because I discover you rest deep down
Safekeeping that little heart of mine.