This old house don’t feel the same
Now you are not in it boy
Barely gone a wet day
Yet with you has gone much joy.

Walking in don’t feel the same
Now you’re not there to greet
Losing you a different pain
One to me, unique.

Words could not express the comfort
They can not express the pain
Now there’s the discomfort
Knowing that comfort can not remain.

To love a life, a living thing
For life and love alone
A simplifying warmth did bring
Making material things a home.

Hours spent in silent games
Broken by spurts of foolish talk
Were good as times I cleared my brain
Among our many walks.

Memories only held by me
Would never be for you
Many times of difficulty
Your company saw me through.

Countless acts of bonding
In language no words need speak
Will always be remembered fondly
Now presence can not reach.

Sit amused for hours
Watching things you’d do
Often wishing I had the powers
To know thoughts, behind actions I could view.

To love a life, a living thing
For life and love alone
A simplifying warmth does bring
Only experience can make known.

Now this house don’t feel the same
So it feels the same as me
For losing you has brought some change
The only change you brought, I wish not be.

Love you got, and love did give
And loved you shall stay
Loved as much for things you did
As times of stubborn refusal to obey.

To love a life, a living thing
For life and love alone
A simplifying warmth did bring
The experience, among the greatest, I have known.

© Daniel Breslin