I knew all about your heart.
That beat with love and endless mirth,
and so full of life, it felt no gloom.
But what do I remember?
I remember the day it stopped.

I knew all about your warmth.
With hugs that healed all of my hurts,
and arms that barred all of my fears.
But what do I remember?
I remember how cold and still you lay.

Your words resound around my head.
Too little I was for the wisdom you shared
That only made sense long after you left.
And what do I remember?
I remember the day you died.