A different knock to the door,
words are not needed no more.
Send the kids out to play,
for they will not return children today.
No need for pen nor paper to write the date,
take away the empty plate.
Hear a silence not heard before,
as you close the microwave door.
Thoughts that never leave your head,
say goodnight to the empty bed.
Tomorrow will echo the same refrain—
the start of the quiet, endless pain.