O my precious one,

now gone.

Forever lost in eternity’s crime.

My heart has stopped up,

and my soul is on hold.

Taken, taken–forever and

never echo in the sounds of my cries.

 

Sweetly, softly placed in

memory’s grave.

Here with me,

lost to me,

gently entombed

with the times

we have shared.

 

Going on and on,

living, breathing,

breathe in my body,

the weight,

without healing,

with pain, your substance

as memory, that is

the legacy,

my precious one.