The last image I have of you,
Is of a face with gleaming eyes,
A face that is a little tired,
Of staying in the sighs,

The last thought I had of you,
Was how much love you had?
In your eyes for me still to this day,
Like a young lass and a lad.

The last smell I had of you,
Was of your locks of hair,
The locks that touched your cheeks often,
Under the sun’s few last glares

The last words I heard from you,
Were that my heart aches without you,
And my will to live weakens every single day,
With everything in my life but you!