When the time is near, and your eyes start to close,
Think of all the things you've done, and see if your hard work really shows.

Will you leave behind sadness, along with a tear.
Will you leave behind an empty room, or an un faced fear.

A box full of letters that have never been sent.
Your grandfather's pipe with the faint smell of mint.

That special touch you never got to feel
A love so strong, but could never be real.

Faded pictures, once black and white,
set inside a broken frame, still propped upright.

The same wilted face that I frowned at in the mirror.
Those last few words you said just couldn't be clearer.

 And now my heart melts down to the floor.
I'm lonely, but I'll make it; I've done this before.

By: Lauren Kent