Thirteen years I’ve been searching for words,

Spending countless evenings remembering

How the cross fell softly on you breast

In the echo of your final breath.

Every damn evening I feel like yesterday,

Hearing you hum in my dreams

From the realms of no more,

Memory becoming my closest companion.

I remember you timidly lifting my hand

And placing it on your dying lips.

I felt scared while you shivered

In the dim light of your small room.

Every day is a time for remembrance

Of a final something, a final thought

A final word, a final tear, a final glimpse

Of you disappearing for the last time.

I can hear you still, somewhere here,

Faint little voice, softest I’ve ever heard…

Your lips parting slowly to say

Farwell, my love; take me away.