I picked up her body,
covered in white,
she was still warm,
and lost to my sight,
heat diffused into the air,
soon she'd be as cold as stone,
this just isn't, not one bit, fair

“I don’t want to look, I can’t look”
I repeatedly say as her heaviness weighs down my hands--
And my poor broken heart is guilty and lost
I package her up, swiftly and respectfully
Saying my last goodbyes to her cold dead ears
I will miss you, I will love you
And I promise I will never ever forget you