Good Bye


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


"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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