What is beautiful?

In Memory:

paper thin are the soul and skin-
and the lifeless fingers won't respond to my grip,
But the nails are prettier than my own.
And the two drops form one tear
as the cheeks touch.
The cheeks, soft and beautiful,
and rosy like the nails.
I can feel my heart beat in my stomach
I can feel it, sinking.
Listening to explanation after another,
listening to the staggered breathing-
the only proof of life.
Tubes, nicknames, and memories fill the room.
I love you. I do.
(if you hear me)
goodnight for now.
goodbye...for now-
you can let go of the thread that holds you
goodnight and goodbye for now.