One last puff of air
Exhaled from the lips.
Colorless and cracked,
The cool taste of water forgotten.
One last tear
Dribbling down a hollowed cheek.
One of many shed,
But a lonely glimmer of peace among despair.
One last gaze
From those milky brown eyes.
Their former glow reduced to a woeful dream.
One last whisper
Echoing through the night.
Though its composer has long been dead
From the moment her hope went cold.