Curled up, knees meeting chin, eyes closed, thinking of him
His scent dancing past her face, tilted, screwed up, pain with no grace
Cold night echoes with forbidden song once his, now long gone
Whispers of old, back they creep, to take strong hold on delicate sleep
Feet slide on cold floor, morning something else to abhor
Time standing still, and yet moving on, it has to, and it will
Memories live in constant replay, there has to be a better way
To have let him leave in peace, not another number of the deceased
Fragments of his end repeat, she wishes she had the remote to press delete
To be set free from the prison of her mind, escape him, keep her spirit alive
Ashes float, carried by the stream, dancing gaily, no longer to haunt her dreams
She closes her eyes, no tortured memories appear, smiles tug at dusty lips, tears,
Born no longer of fear, fear of life without him near by, fear that she could not cry
