Untitled Poem by Jinx Natta

I touched your face,
With my hand.
I ignored the tears that slowly flowed.

I touched my last touch of you,
The first glimspe into the true world,
Was that touch.

I once knew you so well,
But when I looked upon you cold face,
I kenw you not.

Your brittle hands were clenched against your side,
You clothes the blackest black,
Smeared with little dirt.

As I touched your still face,
I brushed death and didn't like the sight I gained.