Days earlier you had looked into my eyes, <br />in that brief moment on that sunny day in april. <br />In those silent seconds quiet, peaceful and still <br />you spoke of your fate without doubt or bias. <br />Time was running out, you knew, left to be lived. <br /> <br />In that night, when to morning it did shift <br />your eyes broke as you fell into your love's arms. <br />No paramedic or electric surge could bring you back. <br />This sudden death, which your heart had forewarned, <br />vacated your place in life, turning splendour to lack. <br /> <br />When I sat by your side on the rim of your bed, <br />pain and agony had already left without trace, <br />and this eternal sleep had settled on your face. <br />Destroyed were the very cells that on your life had fed. <br />Yes nothing was mild about the pain they left behind, <br />A mother lost her child, I lost a kin, one of a kind. <br /> <br />With in my ears the echo of your frail voice; <br />So passed a summer and a fall, <br />a lonely winter and a new spring. <br />And every day I sensed your call, <br />as death hasn't changed a thing, <br />my heart whispers you above all daily noise<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/05-06-08/
