Joyous moments I bore witness to,  
To my happiness or utter sadness,
I will cherish deep inside.
They will keep me up at night,  
Robbing me of peace and calmness of my mind.  
Your warmth and wounds you wrought upon me,  
Slowly rising from my bed,  
Can I hold it just for five more minutes?  
This wish is granted by my ghostly caregiver.  
In time, I shall forget all but one thing:  
A blurred image of your face  
In a haze of moments we both witnessed.