We lay below the spotted sky,

One last time, before goodbye.

My fingers tousled tired hair,

While you slumbered, worn with care.

A voice I loved, hummed a tune,

Sweetest sleep, arrived too soon.

The pigeons watched, watched by crows,

What they wondered, who's to know.

A falling sun, a stolen kiss,

A smile, a glimpse,

Of pure bliss.