I looked into your soft blue eyes,
and I see what could have been.
More than talking,
laughing and joking,
peaceful with the haunting truth.
The truth of how I felt,
how I wish,
how I hid.
Your gentle touch,
upon my leg,
your hair blowing in the wind.
Your smile,
your laugh,
what we could have been.
But now I know it can not be,
and I take a last deep breath.
I bowed my head in silent respect,
and walked away from the coffin where you lay.

