layla I awoke to a girl at the foot of my bed quietly sobbing in white ghost hands held her face beneath harlequin lace just hidden from my sight half asleep I reached out touching her shoulder cold and trembling with fright her head turned away sending chills through my soul for death sat beside me that night walking into the bar layla came to me smiling dimples deep in her heart playing out these roles that we cherish and hold her eyes opened into calm reflecting pools with tenderness so strong we danced and flirted like fools feeling her beside me her hands clutching mine embracing my words she forgot about time one day she just passed without saying goodbye then suddenly I heard that she died