The Gone

Slowly it comes on
Covering their eyes
Wrapping them up
Stealing goodbyes

It’s a silent touch
A plead to remain,
Remember the warmth
As the tears you refrain

But they don’t listen
The dam has broke
And they trickle silently
As their face you stroke

‘Please’, you think,
‘Don’t leave me here’
But the shadow encroaches
Building the fear

Their eyes glass over
The end is near
Finally you see them
Vivid and clear

‘I’m sorry,’ you whisper
‘So sorry for this,’
You memorize their face
In the throes of death’s kiss

Once the end comes
You’re forced to leave
The space beside empty
Yet full of disbelief

The cruelest part
Is how life moves on
Despite the void they’ve left
Now that their gone