Why are her lips so pale?
I like them more with her pink lipstick
Or with that graceful smile she always wore
It crinkled her eyes and dimpled her cheeks.
Why is her skin so cold?
I liked it when her hands were warm
Her hug was soft
Her breath was soft.
Won’t she open her eyes?
A kaleidoscope collision of brown, green, and gold.
Never were they uninviting
I half expect her to wake up.
She’d put on her pink robe and go for coffee,
Sit in her chair,
Looking out into the crisp morning air.
Oh, how I miss her so
I feel so utterly alone.
With now only memories to love and to hold
Memories will one day be enough
To fill the space of her chocolate eyes