Leaves
The dead leaves crash,
upon the ash,
in which your body lay.
So here I stand,
to watch you rest,
while I wait
and do my best
just to hold my tears.
Down you go,
in the ground you lay,
while above,
children laugh and play.
But I cannot enjoy the fun
because you're not here.
And so, dead leaves crash
upon the ash,
in which your body lay
while I wait
to see that gate,
that allows me to see you again someday.