Memories of Annie

Memories of Annie

A misty day in St Ouen, at Big Vern,
Where we first met, and what turn
Fate took us on, just a friendly chat:
It could have ended there like that,
But we met again, and closer came,
Until the spark ignited into a flame,
And then the flame became a blaze;
And I still remember that, the days
We spent together, and the nights,
Wanting to put the world to rights,
Watching Star Trek, to boldly go;
But auld mortality, a black crow,
Always there, watching, waiting,
A failing heart, and so frustrating,
Until one day, unexpended, came:
Tears of sorrow quenched the flame;
I wept so much upon that sad day,
The call on the phone, just to say,
That she had died, and so I went
To the hospital, for my lament,
And kissed her dear lips, so cold,
One final time, one time to hold,
And then let go, as we all must,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust