A welcoming warmth
Surrounds my body,
Making me eyelids heavy
And hard to keep open.

I start to slip
Into a weird sleep:
Not quite awake.
Not quite asleep.

Your face runs
Through my mind.
Is this a dream?
Or memories?

This awkward slumber
Pulls me deeper in.
But something’s wrong.
I can’t try to wake.

This sleep has taken me
Before I want to go.
I can’t sleep yet.
You’re not here.

But it’s hard to resist
For it seems so peaceful.
And as I finally give in,
I feel your hand in mine.

Your face, your hand,
Your love, your touch
Is exactly what I wanted
For my final memory.