I remember the look on his dear face as he told me “I love you.” <br />I can see myself, heartbroken, saying that I loved him too. <br /> <br />I remember that I held his hand while he whispered “Goodbye, dear.” <br />I remember that I said “Don’t leave, ” and bedewed his face with tears. <br /> <br />I remember that he kissed my hands before he closed his eyes. <br />I looked up after he left me, for he left me for the skies. <br /> <br />I remember sitting by the bed, while he was dead and cold. <br />I remember feeling suddenly that I was strained and old. <br /> <br />I remember touching the dear, cold face, beholding the way he’d been. <br />I said out loud that I loved him—as much as I loved him then. <br /> <br />The funeral day then came around; and there I said goodbye. <br />I kissed his head; said, “I love you.” Yet, I did not even cry. <br /> <br />I knew I’d see him again someday, when I joined him in the air. <br />I know he’s happier with the Lord; and one day, I’ll meet him there.<br /><br />Paige Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-parting-9/
