The dear face once familiar is no more

He’s in another room there is no door

I cannot see his face nor hear his voice

How can this be when once we were so close?

My heart feels sad and hollow at the core

I wish that you were here love as before.

Yet in the time of death we have no choice.

My skin , once fine, with weeping has grown coarse

The mind and heart and body are at war

The dear face once familiar is no more

Why do I still wait outside the door?