The Rest of You

I remember that day you handed me a rose,
     and said that it resembled my beauty.
(The rose, now wilted and sad, lays at the bottom
    of my hope chest, with everything else you gave me.)

I remember when the leaves changed in autumn
  and you surprised me with a black cat, who had yellow eyes
(She's used up her nine lives, but I have one of
    her kittens, a male look-a-like, who I named after you.)

I remember the time you lent me your jacket
    even though you were colder then I had been.
(I wear it when I feel sad or alone
             because it still smells like you)

I remember what you sang to me at our wedding.
      while we were lost in our own little world.
(Your voice echoes through the halls at night
so I find myself never wanting to sleep)

I remember how your fingers would run through my hair,
                   so soft and gentle was your touch.
(Those hands now lay folded across your chest,
             rotting slowly with the rest of you)