Your throne lies vacant.
It is nothing but dusty,old wood now.
It has nothing nor nobody to stand for
yet it refuses to fall.
You've made peace with the wind,
became one with the wind.
Your smile is gone
but it refuses to fade from my mind.
Your laughter still echos from these walls
but refuses to be heard as more than a whisper.
I miss you,
there is no simple way to say it.
I still yearn for you,
there are no simple means to prove it.
I still love you,
there is no simple way to feel but to still love you.