Two years have passed since you drifted away
The final breath, that one last beat.
I sat with you then and saw you leave, so slowly, slowly
Draining away; Long slender fingers, now cool; losing their grip,
Face still smiling, faint glow of life; but we knew that this time,
Imminent now, was the end. This time goodbye; go in peace.

I did not hear your voice; silenced for so long,
no words, no speech, trapped your thoughts,
but I saw the farewell in your eyes as I kissed you goodnight.
I dreamed in yellow and black. In front of the sun a lithe silhouette,
rose up from your body, broken and still, whispered “be happy” to me.
The silhouette smiled, whispered “I’m free”, was gone and I looked at the sun.

Cold feet, cracked breath; Death creeping up, from the toes.
The unreachable moment arrived.
Time stretching; shrinking; standing still; overpowering peace,
An instant of one; a fusion of minds; the knowledge of love.
The ultimate bond, an agreement to part. We celebrate, forgive,
And share scenes from our lives; remember them now while you leave.

Two years have passed since you drifted away;
Time stretches and shrinks but never stands still
I dream of you often awake and asleep, in colours of youth,
of our earlier days. No sign of the illness we cycle through France,
Our life has just started and we will grow old. We’re young and invincible,
Immortal too. Everything’s perfect. What could go wrong?