Departure

Your lips are still soft,

as they we're once ago,

Like when we first kissed,

and frolicked in the snow.

Your eyes are now dim,

and not the bright trances,

That I fell in love with,

at our middle school dances.

Your skin is no longer pure white,

but I wouldn't like it any other way,

You no longer sit and hide,

from the sun every single day.

Your hair no longer brown,

lest it slowly fade to gray,

and yet, the fading gets faster,

As you slowly fade away...