Ten weeks,

Your heart was beating,

The rhythm a gift He did bestow,

Now a shadow, the whisper fleeting,

The song unsung I can never know.

Your laughter, your tears,

The opus composed but never played,

Though they live in me- a fragile crescendo,

Your echoes, your touch -I can never know.

Ten years,

The stars still shine, eternal, cold,

Time, the eternal river never ceasing flow,

Memories, your ghost elusive, untold,

Of life I can never know.

Each night I wander this garden in dream,

I still feel your heart beating,

Fixture of my love that I must forgo,

Do you feel mine?

I can never know.