I glide in through your window,
While you lie in bed, sound asleep.
I slide my hand gently across your face,
And I smile.
I look upon your visage and remember,
Remember those days that we shared,
All those happy times that we had,
When nothing else mattered.
Your body rocks slightly as you sleep,
Your hands under your head,
Your face as beautiful as ever before,
And a slight smile creeps onto your face.
I stand and glide back to your side,
And I gaze upon your beauty,
And I weep because it's over,
For I have died, but not forgotten.
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