In this lifetime

The sound of her gently breathing,
Drown out the tweeting birds,
Her face inches away,
As if bathed in love,
A vulnerable creature in his bed,
He searches in haste to pull her close,
The warm indent of her lovely form,
Swoosh of an empty space,
She was gone,
A death slow but certain,
She had waited far too long,
For him to return,
knowing he never would.