Pallid green,
maybe ashen gray,
a paler look
than yesterday.

The corners of your mouth
are now turned downward,
and your eyes are looking
somewhat the same.

What I was hoping for was not for this,
and now my hope wanes reminisce
as I remember your vibrant color,
and my love for you - as no other.

Lord, why do I see hues of such unskilled painter,
as the canvas is brushed with this fleeting death?
Everything is so smeared and smudged together,
as my heart is sliced by such a clumsy spatula.

But as her life-force is now, and O so slowly, dissipating,
no grasp or hold of mine can keep us here together.
So as my love's last breath releases into the air we breathed,
everything we ever had on earth is fading - and disappearing.