A piece of her heart that will always remain a tribute.

She was in that bed, as frail as a glass figurine.
Her eyes unfocused, yet transfixed upon something that could not be seen.
Stronger than a thousand men.
Weaker than the mouse that scampered across the floor.
Unknown to a world that moved too fast for her.
Yet, cherished in the world that was her own.
A warm hand that held my own as if it were a life-line.
As it pulled away, it felt as my own hand had left too.
Thousands of other hearts beating.
But mine beating just for her.

Inspired by "The Call" by Regina Spektor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgUL3ut4gyQ