Never said Goodbye: I remember her 2

I was sitting beside,
in the blues.
Looking at her watery eyes,
storm inside veiled
With blue hues.

Longing to hear
my name called up
in a trice,
Not her, but her breath;
she was departing,
told her agonal breath.

Memories, questions, confusion
with every rise and fall
of her surging breath gap.
Her love for me is eternal
but she has to leave,
told her hand on my lap.

Gasps,
pause,
rattle gasps,
pause,
and the final sigh.
.
.
.
O! My grandmother
was gone
leaving the loudest silence behind.

A part of her is alive in me
like Noah and the dove.
There is nothing like death,
prompted her undying love.

I feel her more now
than ever before.
For her soul has transcended
the limitations of the body and core.

In another life,
resting at god's feet.
I feel her presence
in every heartbeat,
lingering on the ground,
in the sky
One day I will meet her;
So never said Goodbye...