a place i do not long to see.
I close my eyes yet still i see,
your body was too still to me.
No breathe to gasp or whisper a prayer,
as you hold me tight, to ease my fears.
No more upon those lips will a smile linger
as we sit and intwin fingers.
No more yet the melody,
of your laughter haunts me.
You feel no pain,
for the dead do not care.
My whispered good-bye
you cannot hear.
I can only pray for this,
that I live enough for the both of us.
That our child should know no such pain,
as has come to pass again.
And as the years shall come to pass,
I hope the memories shall last.
Until we both shall meet again.