Orpheus

I do not think it wise,

To defy a god.

I did not think it possible,

To bring back my wife.

I shall think it reasonable,

To not turn around once

As I wish to look

Without seeing.

I feel her eyes

Burning my hair,

Reminding me of the sun 

Up there.

Her skin is cold

But her heart beats 

Little melodies

I wish

I could play with.

But her skin is no more

On my own.

Her stare lost

In the darkness.

So close

Yet, so far from me.

Only,

I know

Of the last look she gave me.

As I simply turned

The moment she did as such.