A powder cover blankets streets
As she rest on my chest
The snowflakes fell, Decembers waltz
My hand in hers, she pressed.

All day we’d hide beneath those sheets
Her love was like a home
Hazel eyes, like Autumn skies
A voice like a song.

She was perfect in my eyes
But time began to tick
Our love grew tall, and we grew old
And she grew very sick.

By her side, I’d sit for months
To see her lovely smile
Then seasons changed and she grew weak
My heart still in denial.

Then one day, I looked to her
A smile on my face
I asked if she had one last wish
But she had no strength to say.


I waited on, still by her side
Until the day it came
A long white line upon a screen
Her life, the cancer claimed.

I sat beside her, devastated
Time’s hourglass had tilted
Like pedals on a lovely rose
My rose had finally wilted.

I kissed her head one final time
Then pressed my hands to hers
But held inside her palm, a note
Named “These, my final words.”

As I opened the note in tears
I found these words for me
“You asked me for a final wish
I did not wish to leave.

But if I had one final wish
Beneath those sheets, we’d lay
My head, I’d rest upon your chest
December everyday.”