Her

Can I tell you about her?

Someone needs to remember her. My memories are dying quicker than I.

Can I tell you about her?

Please.

Before they are gone.

She wasn’t supposed to be first. She was to care for me.

I loved her the first-time I saw her

Her hair was the color of the sun

Her eyes as blue as the sea

Her laughter was a melody composed by angels

Her skin was the silk of gods

Her face...

I can’t remember her face

I don’t want to cry tonight

But if I cry tomorrow

I won’t know why

Can I tell you about her?

She would take my hand when the pains began

She would lean close

Whispering fantasies

I would taste her lips

As she kissed away the sorrows

She would tell me about…

I can’t remember

Who is that there?

See, the picture on my nightstand.

Do you know her?

Will you tell me about her?

Her hair is like the eye of heaven

Her smile is so sad

She is beautiful

Please

Tell me about her