Your words, they spin, like a carousel
Until I’m stumbling in love
Your stories are gone to memory now
And fly on the wings of a dove.

The atomized remains of your touch are here
To be swept up with the last of your scent
It’s a listless job and cobwebs will form
As I wonder where all of you went

The folds on my pillow spell out your name
Gone with the last wind of your breath
I can’t lie down without your words
Tumbling down the back of my neck.

So if you must, tread light and with great care
For we have many memories to keep
That dove must fly and be strong tonight
And we have miles to go before we sleep.