One Last Goodbye Poem by douglas lewis

You and I together.
I, in quiet repose
And you, in mourning lap.
You can not hear me
But you can face.
I am waned
But not quite wizened,
You can kiss me if you like.
You can not hear me
But you can hold me.
I am cold
But not quite chilled,
You can warm me
If you like.
You can not hear me
But you can love me.
I am waiting
But not quite wakened,
With a forever faithful heart.
You can say goodbye now,
If you like.