The void is all encompassing. Overtaking all in its grasp.
A void was created when you left.
Encompassing all of your favorite places,
From the dining room chair you sat in,
To the kitchen floor where you stood.
Full of life, but now still
A reminder that you’re gone.
The void lessens but never dissipates
I still remember your voice echoing as we spoke.
Curled up in my room, chest moving up and down as you slept
With a blissful look on your face.
I hope heaven gives you the eternal rest you deserve.
Seventeen years is a long time.
