The halls were empty as you left,
the bleachers all abandoned,
but for one wailing cry,
your Mother in dreaded agony.
His passion all deceived,
his hopes all smashed,
his walking stick broken in two,
the dwelling tough without you.
They strive to get you back,
but they know they never will,
a missing puzzle piece,
an open cavity
always to remain incomplete.
The pain in their hearts,
the tears in their eyes,
a snow torn oak tree,
In demise!
