I touch your cheek, I'm surprised, it's cold. I reach for your hand for I need it to hold. I look upon your face that beamed and sparkled as we loved and laughed, wrestled and tickled. Your face is so pallid, the sparkle is gone, no more to smile in the hot summer sun. Your hair neatly tended, you lie there so still as I try, with memories, a dark hole to fill. Childish laughter and mocking good fun, a knowing look from Father to Son. I know that in truth you are no longer there, I know you've moved on to places more fair. And yet, here I stand in a cold, lonely room, surrounded by silence, all alone in the gloom. I take a deep breath and turn to leave but something stops me; makes it hard to breathe. With the last of my courage thinly veiled by dread, I lean over and tenderly kiss your forehead. Written by Darren Scanlon, 6th April 2014. Revised by Darren Scanlon, 29th June 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.