Dusk died with a melancholy hue

That is when I recognized the twilight of my youth

Marching towards tombstone tile

Solemnly in single file

With all the risks I never took

With all hands I never shook

Memories etched 

Looping lines in a skecthbook

Memories of her I keep still

As I read the items on her will

Now I have laid her down to rest

All she gave me was memories

Nothing more, nothing less