I laid my head,

Upon that bed.

A bed gone cold.

No longer feeling life’s warm hold.

Or was it the warmth of love;

I missed?

Pulling up the covers,

I offer you;

One last kiss.

Already I feel;

My memory fading.

Within the cool side of the pillow.

Fading like;

That swing hanging,

From the willow.

Alas with all my loved ones,

Gone for the day.

I chose this time to slip away.

Placing pen to paper;

One final time.

 Penning the dreams;

That were mine.

With each teardrop soaking;

Into that pillow.

I could cry no more;

Like that dying weeping willow.

I left you with nothing more;

Not even my fading scent.

Sadly, all my tears are spent. 

I knew our love;

You would miss.

But, I couldn't offer you;

One last kiss.

Now you’ll no longer have;

Me to hold.

Only my tear stained pillow;

Turned cold.