constant farewells

it's a short

visit, just a few minutes to see

what's left 

of you,

of course

there's still blood

swirling

in your veins,

there is flesh and bones.

your open

eyes

gazing, your parted lips

in some

sort of wonder,

as to who you are.

i take your slender

hand and say

nothing.

for what is there to say,

but a constant

whisper of farewell.

this is not how i wanted

to remember you by,

but it's all

i've got for now.