You are not here
My little one
How do I fight time before it chokes me?

E m p tiness is all
That remains
In the sink
I sink
My remains.

The floors have been swept
Come! Bring out your toys
The floors have been mopped
Still; still no sign of my boys.
No floors need be swept
No floors need be mopped.
I moped.
I wept.

It is time
To pour myself
That cup of tea
These years have earned.
Not left to waste
Too cold to taste
Drunk in a haste.
It is time
To savor
That perfection I yearned.
*s l u r r r p*
I burned.