These Words

I want these words
to wash across me
like cold beads of water
wipe away the horror
of another night spent
alone.

I want these words
to mean something,
like the lingering
beauty of the sun
when it has bide its
goodbye to the sky.

I once wrote of you
but now I can't seem
to remember why...
Why you slept in my hearts
chambers, breathing to
the loud thumping of
my core. I can't write
down these words that use
to come from your mouth.

Simple.
They were simple,
but I can't... won't
remember them.
I need you to come back
and say them how
you use to.

Speak to me like before--
Before your eyes closed
for eternal sleep.
Before the angels sang their
last song for you.
Before...

Before you left me
with these words.

-For Carol