Your sweet and simple serenade
Echoes still upon these waves
In the middle of my mind
And the center of my wayward soul

My resting heart will always be
Consumed in a restless fantasy
As if your grave was not real to me
and I did not need this poetry; at all

For you would still be here today
I would have no tears in these lost eyes
I would tell you all my heart should say
then you might live instead of die

Paints and puzzles across your bedroom floor
How I adored your smile and song
Resting in those moments once more
I draw you near and hold you long