Blue eyes on a soft white pillow
Looking directly into the eyes that would keep her.
Noise comes from waves outside
They are riddled and covered in life.
Remembering smiles and places
But not time in this place.
There would be no end to today
Even in the lightest of places.
Fires burn around the hut
Yet they dare not take a breath.
Even if you wanted to,
There is no force
Not from them
But from everyone that once loved
Who they were.