Good Bye

December 9, 2011
Bang!

The sound of


The shot that


Fired the bullet.


The seed that


Grew the crimson rose of


Blood on


My beloved's chest, who


Begins to fall.


I catch that hand,

Cool as a cadaver's,and


say


"Wake up from the grip of death."


But my beloved says in reply,


"I mustn't keep death waiting. Good-bye, my love."


"Good-bye. I love you."


The lids shut over blue-moon eyes, and


I let go.





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