Here

I walk in
So this is where it happened
Where with foolish abandon
You laid down with death
But we waylaid him
And  you are still here
 
The book is still soggy
The stain of your recent visitor?
Or your mother's tears
There has been no time for that
Yet
 
Think next time
There is more than you
And the things you want
It's so still here
When so recently
It was abustle with screams