The years that passed with time well spent
keeps her wondering where all the days went.
The thought that the future will be without
her friend and companion will hurt no doubt.
Her mind resists the knowledge of
doing without unconditional love.
That maybe this is all a dream
that took her to someplace extreme.
But looking into the face of her love
reminds her of places that she's dreamed of
where they were together and young once more,
all leading back to this place on the floor.
Laying down beside her friend soon to leave
preparing for the moment she'll begin to grieve.
Struggling to find the strength to go on
as the spirit now moves to the place beyond.
Leaving this precious form behind
with our hearts and our souls intertwined
is like walking away from a piece of my heart
as I head into life that I now must start,
. . . without you.
