As I turned to hold you
        Under a black sun
        Whose gloom blanketed us
        With the weight of death
       
        I still heard your sweet breath
        Still smelled your hair and
        Sucked into me your scent
        To keep us as one
       
        I still felt your side’s sway
        The wisps of hair which
        I pressed to one last time
        One last memory
       
        As I turned to hold you
        You were not yet gone
        But you had no way to say
        You still felt my warmth