You

Speaking to a headstone

To a child beneath the ground.

My friends have come to call me mad

But here, there is no sound.

So many times I've come here,

Remembering those days.

We spent them laughing long ago.

You took them to your grave.

It gives me little comfort

To say my small hello,

For I know you can't hear me.

That you're gone under the snow.

I always will remember

The peace I found in you.

When I gazed upon your sweet face

I forgot the pain I knew.

I miss your laugh in silence,

I wish to hear you sing,

I miss your growing stages

Never knowing what they'd bring.

Every heart has some great task

For shoes no one can fill.

In mine it's to replace you

And nobody ever will.