I never seem to remember her face when I close my eyes.
The hologram images that come to my mind do her no justice;
they are equivalent to a nanosecond
of which she represents all of time.

She tells me of the future
full of everything in this world, that is beautiful, that I should look to.
This is the one moment I hate her for.
Because I know there will come a time when
she will leave
and people will only remember her briefly in conversations as they say
"I'd almost forgotten about her."
I resent that future.

I practice my cries for when she dies
because after all
practice makes perfect
and that will most definitely be the time in my life when I cry the hardest.
Hopefully my tears will drown me, so I would never see another day, without her.