… and last thing I can think of is her potent smile,
her laughter driving me crazy, her hair flowing like Nile.
… and the last touch I can feel is the warmth of her hand,
her skin smooth as ever, on the evening we never planned.
… and the last smell I can remember is the perfume she used to wear,
her presence making everything perfect, with all the silence we share.
… and the last taste I can remember, is the taste of the kiss,
her hands trembled in my hair with every breadth that she missed.
… and the last sound I can remember, is the sound of her heart,
pumping with all its might, struggling to keep her from the start.
… and the last sight I can remember, is when she closed her eyes,
her calm face turning expressionless, the moment she dies.
Why should I move on, why do you think I am alone, sir,
She is with me more than ever, all my senses have indelible impression of her …