I still see your striking face
When I lay my head to rest
I long for those perfect days
I slumbered lying on your chest.
I still know the stirring words
To the sonnets and dreamy odes
You patiently read to me
As I gladly sat on your knee.
I still mourn those long nights
Needlessly spent on silly fights
Clashing rage fortified swords
Exchanging heated words.
I still wonder what might have been
If fate hadn't been as mean
As to tear our souls apart
And to break our fragile hearts.
I still see the hurt in your eyes
As we silently said our goodbyes
When we knew our end was imminent
That we had to treasure each moment.
I still curse the day you left
The day you darkened my bright days
The day you eternally slept
The day Cancer took you away.