American sentence for Nancy

Farewell dear friend, if only I could change your ending, sweet  sorrowful.

Death feels like a broken promise, holding a beating heart in my hand.

Death feels like a letting go of all the pain, handfuls of pills tossed away.

The morphine took it all, took you from me, finally closing the shades.

Sleep under sweet dreamless waves  of morphine until the moon’s high tide rises.

Goodnight, Goodnight my dear friend, this time your dreams will all be in color.