Lost

He sits alone in an old, empty house Silence, not even the squeak of a mouse Slowly dying of grief and sorrow Keeps hoping he’ll die tomorrow A pot of ashes sits at his side Its been there ever since you died. Darkness is all there is Since you no longer live There was a light in his heart But it died, and all is dark He pulled the plug, the machine turned off Ever since then he’s been lost. Sitting in his old reclining chair Growing older with less and less hair Blaming himself for your death Wishing you had never taken your last death Never leaves his home Just sits there all alone Won’t even visit his kin Doesn’t realize you still live within