Loss

Never again will her feet touch the sand. Nor will she lie in the tall grass gazing at the passing clouds. She will never imagine the shapes in the clouds, or feel the rain run down her face. Her hair won't fly in the breeze or tangle in the wind. She will never again taste the sweet thickness of honey straight from the hive, nor will she smell the flowers. She will no longer see, hear, smell, taste, or feel. Her lungs won't move and her heart has stopped, I think mine will too.