The words of the heart

Echoes of apples and pancakes

I wish I had spent,

Much more time with you,

Your heart; it was gold,

So kind and so true.

I never got the luxury of,

A chance to say goodbye,

Before you left me on my own,

And ascended up to the sky.

I miss you sitting next to me,

At the all the Christmas dinners,

And when we played the game in two's,

We'd be the scrabble winners.

You always used to peel my apples,

And take out the seeds and the core,

But there's no-one here to do that now,

I wish you could, like before

Now when I stay the night at your house,

When I wake up and come down for food,

I want  to see you there again,

Making pancakes in your happiest mood.

But I know there's a point where you have to accept,

That nothing can last that long,

So I'll just sit and remember you by,

Our perfect little song.