I remember the look on his dear face as he told me “I love you.”
I can see myself, heartbroken, saying that I loved him too.
I remember that I held his hand while he whispered “Goodbye, dear.”
I remember that I said “Don’t leave, ” and bedewed his face with tears.
I remember that he kissed my hands before he closed his eyes.
I looked up after he left me, for he left me for the skies.
I remember sitting by the bed, while he was dead and cold.
I remember feeling suddenly that I was strained and old.