Drained to the point of delusion,
   She put her hand up and grasped,
  The thin, contaminated air
    Helped her lungs expand, contract

As her fatigue eyes and hands let go
Of the nothing in the palm of her hand
    Her little eyes read a small drop
A drop of precious tear made way through her pale blue face.

Her cracked voice managed to voice
   A short sentence that held what meant
"Let me go,"
  And at that very moment,
       Her twinkly blue eyes that had no spark
Closed,
Once and forever.

You will be remembered.

y.m