When the last motes of sunshine
Leave my crippled eyes
On this sunny beach at twilight
There's no disguise
And that's when the haunting will arise
And that's when your absence
Dies.

And everything you made anew
And I never cried like this for you
Not during cancer, not during sepsis.
Only when that final ring of bells
Disturbs the dust
On the stonemason's art .
Perfectly timed
To rhyme with you.

I adjust my breathing, feel my blood pressure drop,
Haunted by these visions hid  behind the eyes.
But now the wind's own forget-me-nots blow
On a rising tide.
Our chance of happiness waxed and waned
And at the door we can't say more
Than just another day.