A Vase is beautiful no doubt
But all it holds is cut flowers;
You keep it indoors,  
You fill in it water
But they never feel the love of rain showers.

A fleur *** is ugly most of the times
But it holds living n growing flowers;
You keep it outdoors,
It fills with the Sun
And they dance free midst Nature's bower.

Your room is so empty
though filled with your things
It's tidy now-the dressing table
with your Gothic chains and rings.

An eerie silence hangs from the fan
Windows shut to a boy, doors opened to a man.

I sift through your beyblades
your video games and toy cars,
The Wii like a tombstone....
I remember frenzied hours.

No indoor football or
Tarzan swings from the shears,
No skateboards to trip on
No foam bullets to fear.

A ghostly silence floats
neath your cozy bed,
The pillows, unfluffed,
wait for your head.

The music system lies cold
dumb on the old rack
when I call your name....
Siri talks back.

A chilling silence looms over the TV stand
Windows shut to a boy, doors opened to a man.