Good Bye

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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