As the leaves tumble by

The rain drops as footsteps

And the grass whistles

We walk slow and quiet

But for the whimpering of our sadness.

We try not to cry

But our hearts fill with sadness.

We go until we reach our home the place we belong.

Our minds fill with questions our hearts have the answers.

We just need to wait to get our questions answered.

Why was it him that left and not me?

My eyes fill with tears,

And the drops on the ground are asking why he's gone.