Remnant

She attempts to give me some solace
Far more than a memory
She knocks on my splintered door
And I open to deep darkness

But I feel her drifting by
Silent in her progress
There's the soft brush of her skirt
A comfort with the fall of night

She is a mercy from the cold
Far from a source of fear
I still recall the time well spent
Strolling the midnight shore

But she is no longer blessed with life
Yet reminds of younger days
She still grants me her gentle touch
And I can only pray she stays.