Still Speechless Poem by Peter Vector

I look straight into your eyes
And I see a dark olive iris.
I look into it pondering 
As if it were a black hole slowly sucking in all light.

I look about you.
Your faded pinkish cheeks.
They light up as if florescent ceiling lights.
With a dull dim buzz, like an remodeling of your heart.

My eyes move to your now reddish hair
That the chilled breeze blows around.
It is unnatural and foreign,  
And like a lie it is a deception of you.

I take you in, your full form of an act.
It's like a wilted rose at the end of its life.
The crumpled dirty petals 
And the withered frail movements it makes by the wind.

I look at you in all the sadness of who you are,  
And I know I'll never even bask in what was the scent of your being.
Your were gone like the breath within me,  
So very quickly out of my life,  
And I'm still speechless...