From memory your hair, so lively and bold,
Now stiff to a point, now dreadfully cold.
Your mouth would outstretch, the bounds of delight,
Now hidden behind gates, now withdrawn from the light.

A lumbering silence patrolled through the room,
We stood and we stared, waiting for time to resume,
A hole in my heart, nobody could fill,
in foreseeable years, this hole remains still.

Open your eyes,
To the sighs and the cries,
That underlies your demise,
I can't take it.