Five and ten feet deep. Only memories
In my eyes at night in sleepless arrest,
Replayed as a film, moments of a force
Acting at a distance, flickering scenes
Before me, as my eyes fade and age in
Darkness, the light ever towards night, her eyes.
Few minutes they were, fewer the count yet
When measured in hours, a book of few pages.
Yet read them I do, every breath and word,
Every moment of her, each slow gesture.
Relive then I do, pain in an ever
Increasing distance. Of this loveless day
I can only hope it ends, or I can
Hope.
