Awake with cold sweat Glistening on his face Wishing he could erase Everything she was
Once dreamt of mountains Calm, cool streams Gone are those dreams, Instead replaced With the warm, glowing image of her face
He can remember so clearly The last thing she said Sprawled and still on the bed There was so much, Too much that he wanted to say
'Then speak, ' she said, 'For sticks and stones May break bones, But words will last forever'
With one hand he touched her And he spoke Through the smoke Of her last cigarette But all the language in the world Did not (could not) properly articulate The way she moved him
Always he remembered those words she said Haunting words rising from beautiful lips Of a woman whose last kiss Lingered like the morning fog Still tortured by the knowledge That his words of love, of passion Would never be heard And never have the chance to last forever