The last words she whispered, the warmth of her breath,
Taken away so quickly, by the coldness of death,
How those words tangle around my aching heart,
Strangling my soal, it tears me apart.
For she is my woman, but a woman no more,
The woman i love, the woman i adore,
How can this be,
That she is taken away from me?
How can i live without her by my side,
How can i breathe now I'm hollow inside?
How can the world begin a new day,
When I am lost, stuck here in today?
My one, my love I will never again see,
Her bright blue eyes looking back at me,
Her breath on my neck as we dance through the night,
Her astounding beauty beaming out in the light.
I cannot let go of those last words she said,
They race and echo through the puzzle of my head.
How can she be gone, when i still feel her lips
upon mine, i still feels her hips
upon mine, in this lonely time.
I can only but wonder, where my one is now,
I can only but think she is happier somehow.
Without her i have died inside, a shadow of who I am,
For she is no more, and I am just a man.
The saggy yellow moon gazes sadly at my one,
As her body lies perfect, her spirit has gone.
lindsey ashton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-one-8/
