Cocoa

Memories of the last few moments 

before you left us

have begun to merge

The scent of your skin

escapes my clothes

with every passing day

Every thought of you, lifeless -

on the elevator floor,

rips a fresh gash into my heart

How could you -

so full of vitality,

turn to dust in the incinerator?

How could you -

so sweet-faced and doe-eyed,

cease to exist with such tremendous finality?

  

How am I to think of you with happiness

when the immense sorrow of your departure

weighs me down into the ground

every time I remember you, still

The hallways through which you pranced are now deserted

The doorways, through which you’d suddenly appear

now silent and commonplace

the grass in the garden, 

trampled where you once played

has begun to spring up again

as time - the most heartless of betrayers, ploughs on

You magical, beautiful being

each fragment of yours so pure

The most loyal companion to everyone who loved you

and loves you still

How could you ever be reduced to mere words and memories?