When I touched your hand and face just once to say goodbye I was startled at the stone cold that greeted me in lieu of your warm embrace.
I stared through water that found itself in my eyes to look at all of the flowers the ones you wouldn't have wanted because eventually, they too will die.
I listened to the two songs the only ones you cared were there sang with beauty and love and grace although they were not long.
When everything is past tense, except the memories that we share I'm left wondering, praying, grieving and wishing for just a little more.