I feel the air move. Unable to move, I listen to your total silence. First it's your warmth, then your eyes. Your fingers on my lips. Your quick grasp on my shoulder and you're gone. But only for a moment. You're back, warm, close, your hands working their way under my jacket, strong. God how weak I am, too afraid to watch, too afraid to close my eyes, numbness only too willing to seep in to take me away from the pain which claimed me. And as suddenly as you leaned on me, you're up on your feet again and in a moment, a quick touch of your hand and the last glance, you're gone.
And as your scent and your eyes of midnight blue are fading away, the sirens start to sing.