The last Ritz cracker mocks me,
For being all alone...

Portrait of a working man,
Struggling through the day...

An empty room is loud with your absence.
Shadows remind of how colourful you are...

So very happy on that night.
The night that you were born...

Bright eyes make my day
The world reflected in them...

Left early,
Only 4am...

Heaven truly sent you.
Angels call your name...

You keep yourself so busy
On your natal day...

Getting old isn't fun
....duh...

She
She stays up late to listen...

Heavy eyes afraid to close,
For fear the cinema of the mind will reveal the...

So tired these days.
Working too hard I guess...