So she is aware

We close our eyes
And say goodnight
A day will come
When we
Close our eyes
And never open them again
Or be
Seeing that sweet face you love
That someone,for whom you care
You should have told her
That you loved her
So so she was aware.

The finality of death
Upon us
She will never hear
Your voice again
Not ever
You are history

Cremated into ash and dust
And scattered to the sea
You loved her
That was obvious
An utter certainty