Three Days Grace

It haunts me, that I never got to see your eyes I remember my hand on your chest, (a memories strangeness that never wanes and the reverence, for me, never dims) watching your body as a gentle lift, in each breathe clasped hands to sleep, holding onto moments soft cries of dreams penetrated a veil, separating you from the future for three days you dwelt among us, gifting us presence of your grace we made treasures of minutes, in Milli seconds for a thousand years my spirit will mourn and every eve I look to the night, as each sparkling light reminds me of you still, it haunts me I never felt your gaze so, in my skies, I paint a star next to another pretending they light your eyes and on the face of the moon I am sketching, my effigy of grief