I kiss blue lips one last time
I touch a cooling body in a final goodbye
One so young, so full of life
Snuffed out like a candle
Now in darkness everlasting.

I watch him, touching me, saying goodbye
I close my eyes in remembered ecstasy
Of feeling his hands move down my body
In a fleeting memory of remembered pleasure.
Why does he not feel me standing here?

She had brought a fire to my soul,
A reason for living, a reason for dying.
I could almost feel her near,
Closing my eyes, I can see her as she was
Laughing, crying,
Living, dying.

As a tear trickled down his cheek, I went to him,
How could I not?
Putting my arms around him,
Laying my cheek on his back,
I whisper to him soundlessly,
"I am not here, I did not die."