The first…

What was the first thing you thought when you woke up this morning?

What was the first thing you smelled? Was it the scent of my hair, my head resting in your shoulder?

What was the first thing you touched? Was it my bare skin under your fingers?

What was the first image that your eyes caught, in that instant when your mind still wondered if it was dream or reality? Was it your face reflected in my eyes?

What was the first thing you tasted? My lips on yours, slowly guiding you to the depths of my soul?

What was the first sound you heard? Was it the sound of my voice, crying in pain as you told me you were leaving me?

How did you feel when you found me, lying down on the white marble, stained by the crimson river that flowed out of my veins?

What was the last thing you thought when you saw the eternal darkness covering my coffin forever?