When the skin pales
and our memories are just shadows. And no longer
you come calling for me,
and no longer I can see you.
You
With your soft auburn hair
That danced around
your head like
a muses fire.
I With my vision
unfocused down a short road,
Ill still remember the bon vivant
Way you were
And how with you I feasted
On wine
On food
And mostly on your beauty.
And through my pale skin
You can see the veins
That carry the same old blood that loved you to my heart.
Now slower
Now fainter
Now gone
