I still see her quivering lips,
as she curls her back in staggered breaths , her clenching fists, tangled in my hair, as she exhales in a weakened stare.

I still see her shadow rise and fall, upon the words of dim lit walls, as she tenderly states my name and rests, faintly upon my chest.

Caressing her back in feathered finesse, a love was born, but never addressed.

Now the words are sealed in wax, and placed upon her epitaph.

I still feel her.