Dead, but trying not to remind myself,
About to cry but trying to hold it in.
Missing his parents but not just them,
Thinking he’s the missing person in the space,
Wondering why it happened,
Thinking it should have been himself.

Looking around to see who’s there,
Holding his breath in,
Laying down his favourite football.
Getting down on his knees,
As a tear drops down on the grave,
Wiping his eyes as the sun shone on him.

Saying goodbye his old friend,
Walking away very slowly…