As she laid her head on the pillow
The very soft and comfortable pillow
I begin to remember that she is a widow
As she lay on the pillow
As she laid on the bed
I think of when we wed
She wakes up and feels a breeze
She begins to think of what it could be
I look at her solemnly
Thinking why it had to happen
Gasping for air
Slowly taking my last breathe
I begin to cry
When I see her looking at pictures of me
She talks to me out loud
Thinking that I'm still there