Her body was on the bed
Her body—it was her
She was on the bed

Eyes closed, wearing white
Mouth slightly open
It was her Yes — it was her

Gone. Nothing to see
Nothing to hear
Nothing to say

She was on the bed — it was her
I mustn't look away
I mustn’t look away

In a little while
Papers must be fixed
Calls should be made

In a little while
In a little while
Remember it all, the images

Duties gone in an instant
There is no moon tonight
The room is dark — I must look

I hold her pale hand
The doctor speaks
Others listen

In a little while
She will be out of sight
Others will look at me different

I let go of her hand
One duty remains. Images.
While I can look — I must look