In his voice is the stiffled sound
Of sobs still stuck in my throat,
Sweet words whispered,
Yet each swallowed in the breath
Of his last goodbye.

In his smile is the lost laughter
Of a face now stained by heartbreak,
But whose own smile remains,
A guise to the persistent longing
For what could still be.

In his arms is the yearning body
Of her who is now completely his,
She who's touched him,
Hands, lips, skin I can now only taste,
Eyes closed, dreaming.

In his heart are the faltering wishes
Of my heart hoping it had finally found home
Within the haven of his soul,
Wanting to share all of my self with solely him,
But fate had different designs.

And now...
In my mind is engraved only the bittersweet memory
Of his eyes,
Of his voice,
Of his smile,
Of his arms,
Of his heart.