Her Smile

As I gaze at her,
The lines of her smile and the deep blue of her eyes stand out more than anything.
More so this day than any other day.
Recollection of our memories make me feel utterly whole.

The alarm sounds.
I awake with a sense of anguish.
The realization dawns.
She is dancing with the porcelain angels.

I whisper,
"Maria, my dear Maria."