The Last Time

The last time I looked into your eyes,
Was the last time I felt my soul relax,
The last time I held your hand in mine,
Was the last time my heart skipped a beat.

I miss the moments we shared,
The times we would sit together,
Talk about everything there was,
And stay silent for endless hours.

The last time your lips touched mine,
Was the last time I felt my head spin,
The last time you slept on my chest,
Was the last time I felt my heart beat.

I miss the sound of your sweet laughter,
Which plucked the strings of my heart,
The sweetest melody paled in comparison,
I knew nothing as enchanting as your voice.

The last time I felt your soft skin against mine,
Was the last time I was truly thankful to be alive,
The last time I felt true happiness from my heart,
Was the moment before your eyes lost their color.

I look upon you today from a distance,
With a crying heart and a weeping soul,
As you lay in that brown wooden casket,
Your new home, under six feet of earth.