You laid still beside me, with your eyes closed,
As if you were almost asleep,
Dressed in a lovely, dusty pink lacy dress,
Upon a white satiny sheet,
As I kneeled next to you and weeped.

And I reached out, and touched your frigid hand,
Something I've always been afraid to do,
But it felt like a horrible dream,
And it was quite difficult,
To believe it was you.

At times you appeared alive,
Sleeping through the night,
When they played your favorite soft music,
Surrounded by a gallery of precious family photos and video,
And I felt lost, but you seemed to fill the room with light.