Day one of you not being here
Your bed is made, toys untouched
The room looks impeccable
My heart aches for you to disarray
Muddy footsteps, oily handprints
I'll put up with anything for you to be alive again
You were outgrowing your angel phase
Already conscious of your actions
As you rest in the cold I toss and wish
O Dear child please make it to heaven
We both can't be in hell and still be away from each other
~RC
