After all these years she is still hard to forget.
Late at night before I fall asleep I close my eyes, and I see her
standing there in her white cotton gown, her hair brushed out and long,
a smile on her lips. I cannot get her out of my mind.
I remember our last hours together, holding her in my arms.
Wrapping her up, close to me.
Not wanting to let her go, even though I knew I had to.
“There must be a plan to all of this” I spoke aloud
not caring if I was heard or not. “No one as good as her is taken without a plan.”
I held her as she closed her eyes for the last time,
entering a long perfect slumber.
I cried for her that night, and all the next day.
Feeling empty inside I wandered about the house,
looking at the things that were hers.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
The seconds, minutes, and hours move slowly.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
I thought of her from waking to sleep and dreamed of her then.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
Slowly the days started to pass.
The anger and pain started to dull, never really leaving,
just becoming a quiet numbness inside.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
The days turn to weeks and months.
I work and go home, my love still in my thoughts, I still see her.
I cannot get her out of my mind.
Late one night as I lay awake,
remembering the times we use to have,
she came to me, skin so soft and white, unblemished.
Her smile strong and bright, creating a glow around her face.
She came to me. I looked at her, seeing her face, her smile and I cried.
Wrapping her arms around me she whispered…
“I cannot get you out of my mind.”
copyrihgt jas 2008
