Eyes welled up, memories drizzling tears
I stood in the icu , holding on to the feeble remnant of life on the bed
Held her icy palm , hoping it would make her warm, but she remains frozen
Was it the time I sneaked to her bed to make her warm or
was it the shimmering eyes telling me to stay ,
I broke into tears and fuzzy words, hoping she would hear me.
With petty viruses snatching away my last kiss, I closed the door.
How can I bury her with the hands I used to comb her silver hair?
When can I adorn her eyes again with her golden specs?
I can still feel her in the cool breeze that dries my tears,
In the raindrops that tickles my eyes
,
In the aroma of the jasmine she adores
,
Still hear her taunting as I grow my nails
,
But in the end , after all the senses protests
,
We are nothing but a bundle of bones
Shackled in nothingness
,
A heavenly feast for the starving worms
Waiting in the 6 feet box.

© the weird one