My phone rang.
"layney, your uncle tim died"

I was blank at first
then i sighed.

Thats ****** up..
was all I could say
Died this morning
it happened to day.

And he went to sleep just like any other night
But this morning when the sun made light
His body laid still and his skin grew cold
His mind had left, his time had gotten old.

And i distanced myself from him and every one else
before all this happened and now what is felt
is lost opportunity no room for more
Lost personality and hearts are torn.

And I have heard his voice a thousand times before

"uncle tim's little girl"

And i know it was so long ago,
but still he was here
and now that hes not
I cant hold back my tears.