AI

My mind tries to forget
But my heart remembers
That day
Not to long ago
In late November.

Her skin was so soft , so smooth, so new
Her voice, a soft whisper
She fit so perfectly in my arms
In my heart

The time came to rest my weary bones
My weakness over powering my dwindling strength
Then...Blackness

A sweet release
An unknowing lose
Until I open my eyes
And the news greets me
My... great, great loss,
That is when I cry.