I close my eyes to
Blink away the
Tears that sting
My cold cheeks.
Darkness closes in,
And I forget to breath.

I search the room
Looking for those
Golf shoes you used
To wear.
I search the room
For the sent
You used to bare.

Your path is now
Known to all...
Anyone to take your
Place....
They must know
Of the shoes that
They must try to
Fill.