"Slipping"

A whisp of air
Slipping past me
Ruffling my hair
Her breath
Soft as the wind
Sweet as honey
Her voice
The nectar of flowers
Her smile radiant
As the sun above
To her do I bequeath my love
My care, my heart
Unto her do my emotions belong
Would that she understood
How much of me she holds
In the light grasp of her hand
Slowly slipping
Through her spread fingers
I cling
I cry
I gaze into her eyes
Sight without recognition
She does not see me
Slowly I lose my grip
My strength
My conviction
As I slip slowly
Ungracefully
Out of her life