Voices

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