Angel of Death

She is carried away by the Angel of Death

like a whisper from Life’s lips.

And immediately, you know,

she is not really gone.

Though with time, her image will fade…

gathering dust in your mind.

Her voice will be forgotten to your ears

like a distant birdsong.

Even her personality will wither like a delicate flower,

becoming but a faded dream.

But the truth of her? No.

That lives on.

It is not her smell, nor her sound, nor her image.

But the feeling she ignited in your bones.

That is what she was.

And that is what cannot die.