Over in the corner, where a beloved tank once stood,

Over in that empty corner, you once had your neighborhood.

Your log, your rock, your little pond,

That you would jump in every day.

The house you would retreat back to

When done with all your play.

That little corner used to be

The best part of my room,

But now it sits, bereft and dusty,

Lost in grief and gloom.

One day I will fill that corner

With a new lizard or turtle or friend

And then it will not sit empty

Like the hole that my heart is yet to mend

One day I will fill that corner,

But that day is not today.

Today I sit in silence,

And mourn the friend who has now gone away.