He walked through the door a tear in his eye He lifted his sleeve and wiped it dry He took a deep breath and stepped into the room He closed his eyes he saw the gloom She was there so very quiet and still She seemed as though she was never ill He slowly walked closer to her The few weeks before became a blur He reached out for her small white hand Held it tight but could not understand He took his ring placed it on her chain Took his sleeve and wiped his eyes again He slowly sat on the small white chair Put out his hand and touched her hair So perfect and blonde so long and neat Without you I am incomplete He whispered, I love you in her ear Although you're gone you're always here And at that moment his hand moved from her hair To his heart you're always there He slowly stood up and again took her hand Things were clear he could now understand Even if she wasn't there with him Inside his heart could never be dim He placed her hand down by her side Her imprint she left so deep inside For the last time he softly kissed her Still her body did not stir He turned to walk toward the door Then turned back to look once more Her new small ring shone in the light, He closed the door she had lost her fight And as surely as he said, that day In his heart she will always stay.
-- © Jacqui Armstrong
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