The world is getting so close but you're LATE; Six feet away. The clock ticks on, but your time stands still, In the hush of eternity, where all is chill. Little did we know God would call your name so soon, that from the rave you'll end in the grave.
Oh how I long to paint the sky with hues of your laughter, to chase away the shadows that linger in your absence. Though words fail in the face of grief, Know that my soul sings your praises in silent hymns. You were not just a chapter in my story, But the ink that penned every cherished moment.
